The Six Fingered Hand

I remember when I was a kid, the past century seemed special All the decades were lined up just like a set of coloured pencils The '50s, the '60s, the '70s, oh, they all looked so exotic I was certain the years yet to come would be just as iconic Now they've been and gone What the hell went wrong? Where were all the amazing designs, fashions and movements and signs of the times? Looking at pictures of 2001 makes it feel like we got nothing done We're all afraid, dried up and useless The six-fingered hand crushes our throats Our throats If you kidnapped a man from the '90s and brought him back to the present day He'd probably die from the sheer disappointment 'Cause everything looks exactly the same Brain-dead! Wasted! I always dreamt of a musical happening Like the punk bands, two-tone, one of these The only movement that I got caught up in was from CDs to Mp3s What a rip-off Did we all have our ambition scared out of us, or is it just That if all the stars are competition winners with fake tans and sob stories Why bother building rockets? We didn't even try, we didn't even try They had The Beatles, we had the Coldplay sound They had the Pythons, we had The IT crowd Burnt out and all for jack I want my '20s back Let down, beat up, caved in I want my '20s back Burned out (shaking) let down (beat up) I want my '20s back Six fat fingers grip at my neck and make my heart beat slower Yes, slower Slower Slower Slower Slower, slower Slower