Yeah well, I bit off more than I could chew   I sucked awhile and spit it out   You met me once now who are you   You met me twice who am I to doubt      Built to please and raised to rock   Construction starts here on this block   Millennium has come at last   My one horse town is made of glass      My century is turning   My century is turning      Well so long to the so, so years   Of river mouths and chandeliers   Morning crews that make me yawn   I hold my heave until I'm gone      I cock an ear and crack a smile   Last in line and single file   The only ones standing at this speech   Are the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys      I cock an ear and crack a smile   Last in line and single file   The only ones standing at this speech   Are the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys      Now I can't go back it's my last chance   Now I can't go back it's my last chance      Blacktop yards and sonic booms   Done Heroin and in ladies rooms   Bouncing balls and spinning wheels   Electronic retail power deals      Turning calendars forgotten   Expiration date is rotten   Behind my eyes Ive seen it all   Years go past upon the wall      Turning calendars forgotten   Expiration date is rotten   Behind my eyes Ive seen it all   Years go past upon the wall      My century, my century