《Hey Modern Days》是The Ark演唱的歌曲，收錄於《We Are the Ark》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Hey Modern Days
- 所屬專輯：We Are the Ark
- 歌曲原唱：The Ark
- 發行日期：2000年9月25日
歌曲歌詞
Hey modern days
Here we come
But our feet are swollen and
We got no place to stay
But we hope it would still be okay
Because we brought champagne
And we thought that
There must be sleeping bags
(in this very modern day)
But we're all very proud to be here today
The first of a thousand million modern days
Because it's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Well it's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Hey modern days
We are taken a-back
We're a flame and a-gog
Aloof and inhaled
With a don-don briefcase
Oh wait for our call
And I therefore shall declare
That the stores shall be locked no more
(no more) no more (no more)
Why shall men suffer
Why shall there be freaks
Why am I still rehearsing a song
When I oughta sleep
'Cos it's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Well it's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Oh chin-batty dour face
Why did you go there
Sitting on a cold stone
Waiting for the train home
Hoping it would carry me home
Hoping you would carry me home
Well it's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
It's a scam
It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure
It's abrieved in the sense of being
Up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness
It's a snake-bite low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Chin-batty dour face
Why did you go there
Sitting on a cold stone
Waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows
In the right direction
Hoping someone's calling
Offering protection
Chin-batty dour face
Why did you go there
Sitting on a cold stone
Waiting for the train home
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction
Hoping someone's calling offering derection
