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The Ark (Swedish band)( The Ark )
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Hey Modern Days
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 'Cause 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
'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure It's brief 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 brief 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're taken aback 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 ought to sleep?
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure It's brief 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 brief 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 it would carry me home
Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure It's brief 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 brief 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 star is 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 star is offering erection
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