Oh well This never goes according to the plan But does it feel so wrong This shouldn?t take too long Well, well did you mean it When you said that this
to earn it I started getting doubts around that time But progress keeps on thriving And hopes are high for the twenty first century We're closer now
And again, and again, and again, and it happens again And again, and again There's no beginning, there is no end There is only change Progression backwards is this
century the marriage of government and gave birth to dysfunction of industry where in notions of equality were controlled wage slaves are maintenance of this
underclass freedom. the birth of this nation, birth of the Systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back. No progress money means more humanity less, nothing done Changed in this
the poison they need While the swaggie, he just wanted a feed And who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? Hey Banjo*, this country's not what it used
story that will make your stomach turn Lacked in laboratories so the public never learns Vivisection crimes shamefully confined It's science and it's progress
, just lovin' life itself and never pretend to be Anything other than the man I was meant to be Travel through time and get a glimpse of the centuries
It's mine, it's all mine you understand? At least me and my peoples, can you dig that? 21st century thought I'd never see it Right around the corner,
in the sky and see the neon ?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity // For more than ten centuries
's been built over the centuries Element of fear ever present Eternal hatred, spirit of demise Conquered our minds again Wartime confrontation Conflict ends in rage Sadistic tendencies awake Progress
lacks electricity, so they behave illogically. The acts of men, carried over from past centuries, will gradually destroy them. We are merely the logical means of this
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, they were questioning who the real threat is. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague. no
Francis By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas, they were questioning who the real threat is. Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's
we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so
now and celebrate the century It's time to celebrate this day, celebrate another day, celebrate the century Celebrate a holiday, celebrate the century now Let's see some progress
is living history. It seems as though time must betray us, yet we're alive and though I see no God to save us still we survive through the centuries of progress
