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)