Hey....Hey...da da da da      I feel uptight when I walk in the city   I feel so cold when I'm at home   Feels like everything's starting to hit me   I lost bed ten minutes ago      Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing   Modern guilt I'm under lock and key   It's not what I have changed,   Turning into convention   Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed   Standing outside the glass room sidewalk   These people talk about impossible things   And I'm falling down the conversations   Another palm beats into you      Modern guilt is all in our hands   Modern guilt won't get me to bed   Say what you will   Smoking my cigarette   Don't know what I've done but I feel afraid      Da da da...