End Of A Century en Blur

She says there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her efferverscene
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning t.v.
You're lookin' so healthy

We all say
Dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cause we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century... It's nothing special

Sex on the t.v.
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night t.v.
Your all made up
You're looking like me

We all say
Dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cause we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century... It's nothing special

Can... You... Eat... Her... Yes... You... Can...

We all say
Dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cause we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century... It's nothing special

End of a century... It's nothig special