Century - Paul Westerberg

Yeah…

Well I bit off more than I could chew

I sucked awhile and spit it out

You met me once now who are you

You met me twice who am I to doubt

Built to please and raised to rock

Construction starts here on this block

Millenium has come at last

My one horse town is made of glass

My century… is turning

My century… is turning

Well so long to the so-so years

Of river mouths and chandeliers

Morning crews that make me yawn

I hold my heave until I’m gone

I cock an ear and crack a smile

Last in line and single file

The only ones standing at this speech

Are the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys

My century… is turning

My century… is turning

Now I can’t go back… it's my last chance

Now I can’t go back… it's my last chance

Blacktop yards and sonic booms

Done heroin and in ladies rooms

Bouncing balls and spinning wheels

Electronic retail power deals

Turning calendars forgotten

Expiration date is rotten

Behind my eyes I’ve seen it all

Years go past upon the wall

My century… is turning

My century… is turning

My century… my century