21st Century Love Songs by The Wildhearts Lyrics
It was a forgettable day, I remember it well
‘Cos of the music in the lobby of the Easy Hotel
Some kid was singing that he couldn’t make it all by himself
I said “So this lad is an expert? He sounds about twelve.”
He said “A man needs a woman at the end of the day”
What a moronic crock of shit for anybody to say
Cos if you’re bisexual, asexual, lesbian, or gay
Then you are not represented by the radio anyway
Singing out to vanity, out of date and obsolete
I want the one about the death of monogamy
It’s all half cocked
Takе ‘em in fixed then fuck ‘еm back up again
On, off, on, off
Can’t agree on anything
Burn on entry, ride on empty
21st century love songs
The one about lowering expectation
Holding tight in desperation
This ain’t a movie, more like a eulogy
A 21st century love song
Where is the song where they split and they can’t even say why?
Or where they ghost one another ‘til they finally die?
From a relationship built on a succession of lies
Where is my bogus official?
“Nice Dress”
We’ll teach the world how to sing about the death of respect
Fall out of passion overnight, with immediate effect
I want a national anthem for the no longer best
A cynical single that is best pressed to the chest
Sing it out to casualties hooked on empty calories
This’ll never work out statistically
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IT zeal and hi-tech affection
Cyber gentry, zero calorie
21st century, 21st century
‘Cos of the music in the lobby of the Easy Hotel
Some kid was singing that he couldn’t make it all by himself
I said “So this lad is an expert? He sounds about twelve.”
He said “A man needs a woman at the end of the day”
What a moronic crock of shit for anybody to say
Cos if you’re bisexual, asexual, lesbian, or gay
Then you are not represented by the radio anyway
Singing out to vanity, out of date and obsolete
I want the one about the death of monogamy
It’s all half cocked
Takе ‘em in fixed then fuck ‘еm back up again
On, off, on, off
Can’t agree on anything
Burn on entry, ride on empty
21st century love songs
The one about lowering expectation
Holding tight in desperation
This ain’t a movie, more like a eulogy
A 21st century love song
Where is the song where they split and they can’t even say why?
Or where they ghost one another ‘til they finally die?
From a relationship built on a succession of lies
Where is my bogus official?
“Nice Dress”
We’ll teach the world how to sing about the death of respect
Fall out of passion overnight, with immediate effect
I want a national anthem for the no longer best
A cynical single that is best pressed to the chest
Sing it out to casualties hooked on empty calories
This’ll never work out statistically
21AD data protection
IT zeal and hi-tech affection
Cyber gentry, zero calorie
21st century, 21st century