https://smarturl.it/BlackDog

Well, I'm so sick of 1999

The people are bastards

The kids, they've got no future

The people are getting so hard

Their heads are getting so high

They want back the past

The future doesn't satisfy

The black dog is in chains

And I'm not feeling the past

To think things were much easier

To think things would last

The special things don't seem to last

Just like on TV

It keeps drawing pictures

But they're not real, not really

What a disappointing century

Where's our John Lennon?

Where's our John Kennedy?

All the things that used to be special

Don't feel so special to me

Tell us all the things that you know (That you know)

And maybe we'll forget about you (About you)

Something about the way you smell (That you smell)

I can tell, that you're new (That you're new)

I like you

I know you

I don't like you

I want you

God bless the American media

The hero of the bohemian

The reason why they're famous

You can buy God

But you can't buy good

And you can't buy the future

Or a second childhood

This kid gets our fix for free

(Where does he get it?)

He sees the things we can't see

(How does he do that?)

Let's spit on him

Cause he's what we always wanted to be

(How dare you.)

Tell us all the things that you know (That you know)

And maybe we'll forget about you (About you)

Something about the way you smell (That you smell)

I can tell, that you're new (That you're new)

I like you

I know you

I don't like you

I want you