Ian Felice - 21st Century

Well the aliens landed on election day
And they stole your mother's lingerie
I went off my medication
A rider of the revelation
It's an empty psychotic bore
Or it's Oprah feeds a minotaur
That's a hard line to toe
When there's no where to go

Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century
Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century

We were flipping the bird at PHDs
In jogging shorts and Harvard tees
When the aliens came
Like flowers in cellophane
They said your empire is about to fall
Your just shoppers in an endless mall
And they stole all the pills
In the Hollywood hills

Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century
Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century

Has any body seen my gal
Was she pushed into the dark canal
Or the champagne fountain
There's a riot on candy mountain
All the flowers died when she went away
Like screams of a summer day
So I floated down the street
Into another dream

Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century
Ah me, the joke is on me
In the twenty first century

Written by:
Ian Felice

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