Century

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