we wear the same clothes cause we feel the same

On My Ipod

End Of Century - Blur

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning tv
You're looking so healthy

and we all say
Don´t want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
Because we fell the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say tonight
End of the century.. it´s nothing special

Sex on tv
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
They're glowing in a huddle
Good night tv
You're all made up