Every sweet little lie ever whispered to you now rings trueNo need to wake the sleeping dogs when they’ll just turn on youI’ll make my way instead to the foots of your ivory towerBut no love do I find there amongst the leaves and the dying flowersWhat became of the lover in you?Beat the swine black and blueYou and I, me and youWhat became of the lover in you?What became of the lover in you?The Thames and the Mersey, the Tyne and the Wear and the ClydeThey spew slums like gravy on the banks of the poisonous tydeThey washed up the pale thin girl, alone in her ivory towerScratching her skin with the thorns that grow on the stems of the wild flowerWhat became of the lover in you?Beat the swine black and blueYou and I, me and youWhat became of the lover in you?What became of the working class?Nike, Reebok, Adidas, scratch cards, pimples, ecstasyHooray fo the 21st Century (x5)Living in a looking glass as the beauty of life goes byYou’re going to be so old, you’re going to be so oldYour skin’s so coldHooray for the 21st Century (x8)