We've got this feeling, like a 25 spring breeze   C'mon, explore me and just ignore the scenery   Give me the year 2000 and I'll fuck it up well   Never able to tell (it was me)      And we've got sidewalk   And even something in between   And there are plenty of minds to prove your disbelief   Give me the year 2000, and I'll make him bleed   Never know it was me      I wrecked this century   I wrecked this century   I wrecked this century      You read it it was blinding   (?) and I'll find him   Give me a horse and I'll ride it into the next century      I've got this feeling that my mind's a freakin' A-Bomb   But there are plenty of lines and there's plenty of time   Give me the course of history and I'll fuck it up well   Never able to tell (it was me)      I wrecked this century   I wrecked this century   I wrecked this century