Every sweet little lie ever whispered to you now rings true
No need to wake the sleeping dogs when they'll just turn on you
I'll make my way instead to the foots of your ivory tower
But no love do I find there amongst the leaves and the dying flowers
What became of the lover in you?
Beat the swine black and blue
You and I, me and you
What became of the lover in you?
What became of the lover in you?
The Thames and the Mersey, the Tyne and the Wear and the Clyde
They spew slums like gravy on the banks of the poisonous tyde
They washed up the pale thin girl, alone in her ivory tower
Scratching her skin with the thorns that grow on the stems of the wild flower
What became of the lover in you?
Beat the swine black and blue
You and I, me and you
What became of the lover in you?
What became of the working class?
Nike, Reebok, Adidas, scratch cards, pimples, ecstasy
Hooray fo the 21st Century (x5)
Living in a looking glass as the beauty of life goes by
You're going to be so old, you're going to be so old
Your skin's so cold
Hooray for the 21st Century (x8)
