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Common Rotation - Post Modern lyrics
Roll over, Beethoven Turn out that light I'm tired of your rhythm and blues Just for one night Yes you were chosen So give it a rest Well I would talk to you but You're going deaf I'm making movements to the door I just can't give my consent to settle your score It's, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act I switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you Who gives you permission To accuse me I know they've commissioned Your latest symphony Well I'd love to hear it played I love to hear it all Well all those flowing lines So neo-classical We're making money at the door I just can't give my consent to settle your score It's, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your Your latest creation it's Delusional grandeur So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you In your face there's a requiem Not the hint of dissipation We've been over where you've been Turns out you're just looking for a little divine Inspiration But it, it's post modern It's, it's after the war with all that Vintage wine and cheese On your bedroom floor I'm getting Tired of discussing the poetry of your second act Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your Your latest creation it's Delusional grandeur So switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you Can't stand to look at you I can't stand to look at you |
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