20th Century Cold - Strangelove

The very next time that you get me wrong

Will be the very last time that I ask you along

Am I just to uptight to be waiting around

I’ve taken more than enough to make up my mind

Unemotional — I know

A futureless peep show

All shimmering but it’s empty and slow

Since I lost my feeling some time ago

20th century cold

20th century cold

20th century cold

20th century cold

My head’s plugged in where the sun don’t shine

Where there’s no room for anybody else

Waging chemical warfare against myself

Just to get through the day

You see I gotta hurry it away

Unacceptable — I know

I’m an idiot sideshow

I’m (blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah)

And I lost my caring some time ago

20th century cold

20th century cold

20th century cold

20th century cold

My heart still beats but I’m cold

Don’t you feel it

Don’t you feel it

As you breathe it

Don’t you believe it

Don’t you see it

Can’t you feel it

Can’t you feel it’s cold

It’s cold

Approaching Catatonia

It’s a quarter to three

I see myself reflected

In the television screen

Somewhere very far away

I can hear myself scream

As I get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old feeling

Get that same old

20th century cold