Cease time clear my head
Tilt my hat to the union of the cities
Kings Road still the haven for the underground
Punk ain't dead
Atomic bombs shootin' down
Bitburg, Vietnam, South Africans
Are living now on common ground
Earthquakes shittin' on the star studded city
Oh yeah
It was the end of the century
End of the century
End of the century yeah
It was the end of the century
End of the century
End of the century yeah
Space men, aliens, two sided elegance
Them Kennedy's still tryin' to keep their sanity
Ike beatin' Tina in the back of the arena - so sad
Drug wars making millionaires dead
Few were eating caviar while others ate bread
Seems cyberspace had taken our heads
Oh yeah
It was the end of the century
End of the century
End of the century yeah
It was the end of the century
End of the century
End of the century yeah
See I'm talking about
We lost friends from the fuckin' big A
My heart out to you and together we pray
We go on yeah let's keep it on the positive tip
I say the rest of us are still around
We work hard for that worldwide money
Try not to spend it on them Playboy bunnies
We're buying casa's through the bank
And maxin' credit cards
But it's cool I got a fly car
Dig it
