Vārdi:
Blur Modern Life Is Rubbish

A fervored image of another world Is nothing in particular now And everyone is a clever clone [Incomprehensible] And everyone is a clever clone A chrome

The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money

In a sense of self in decline Growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream And the whole world will be alright (Ooh ooh ooh hoo) My head is

I think too much On things I want too much It makes me hateful And I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Kazoo, kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Anyway you choose Anyway you

gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your

pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ahh While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor Colin's the modern

: Air cushioned soles, i bought them on the portobello road on saturday i stop and stare a while, a common pastime when conversation goes astray but

together the family around the table to eat enough to sleep and mother's pride is you epithet, that extra slice you will soon regret so going out is your