Текст песни Twentieth Century (Live) - Cold Chisel

I'm standing on this intersection, yelling for my change
Watching personalities, collapse and re-arrange
Got to smile about it, I've got to surf it out or drown
In the twentieth century

Some guy selling liberty, you've heard it all before
Let's take some pet minority, to fame in eighty-four
Lots of fortunes and reputations to be found
In the twentieth century

Yankees lookin' east and west, before they cross the Autobahn
Well it's a Hollywood democracy, it really doesn't bother me
It's entertainment, baby, it explodes

Let the K.G.B. devise, just what comes after civilised
This intersection's big enough for me
And when I get some change, I'll disappear
It's crazy, but, thank God, it's never organised
I'm talking 'bout this twentieth century

The twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century
The twentieth century, yes I am
The twentieth century