You wake in the morning, but you're hard to find
A look in the mirror, what You've left behind
You got your job, or you wander around
There's plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found

You're a late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee
A late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee

There's nothin' that'll move ya
There's plenty to be bought
There's no kind of mystery
There's no new thought
Tied up in your neurotic knots
Airhead celebrities that's all you got

You're a late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee
A late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee

Separated from nature and earth
You foraged once now you're chained to a hearse
You disappeared in that checkout line
The price you paid was always just fine

You're a late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee
A late twentieth century
Postmodern refugee

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