Late Twentieth Century Boy lyrics

You wake in the morning, but you're hard to find A look in the mirror, what You've left behind You got your job, or you wander around There's plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found You're a late twentieth century Postmodern refugee A late twentieth century Postmodern refugee There's nothin' that'll move ya There's plenty to be bought There's no kind of mystery There's no new thought Tied up in your neurotic knots Airhead celebrities that's all you got You're a late twentieth century Postmodern refugee A late twentieth century Postmodern refugee Separated from nature and earth You foraged once now you're chained to a hearse You disappeared in that checkout line The price you paid was always just fine You're a late twentieth century Postmodern refugee A late twentieth century Postmodern refugee