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Artist/Band: The Ark
Lyrics for Song: Hey Modern Days
Lyrics for Album: We Are The Ark [2000]



Hey modern days

Here we come!

But our feet are swollen

And we've got no place to stay



But we hope

It would still be OK

'Cause we brought champagne

And we thought that

There must be sleeping bags

(In this very modern day)



But we're all very proud

To be here today

The first of a thousand

Million modern days



'Cause it's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



Well, it's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



Hey modern days

We are taken a-back

We're a flame and a-gog

Aloof and inhaled

With a don-don briefcase

Oh, wait for our call

And I therefore shall declare

That the stores shall be locked no more

(no more), no more, (no more)



Why shall men suffer?

Why shall there be freaks?

Why am I still rehearsing a song

When I ought to sleep?



'Cause it's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



Well, it's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



Oh, chin-batty dour face!

Why did you go there?

Sitting on a cold stone

Waiting for the train home

Hoping it would carry me home

Hoping it would carry me home!



Well, it's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



It's a scam

It's a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It's abrieved in the sense

Of being up-john and senseless

It's a see-saw sickness

It's a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century's crime



Chin-batty dour face

Why did you go there?

Sitting on a cold stone

Waiting for the train home

Hoping that the wind blows

In the right direction

Hoping someone's calling

Offering protection

(x2)


Album Lyrics: We Are The Ark [2000]


The Ark
"We Are The Ark [2000]"


1. Hey Modern Days
2. Ain't Too Proud To Bow
3. Bottleneck Barbiturate
4. Patchouli
5. This Sad Bouquet
6. Angelheads
7. Laurel Wreath
8. You, Who Stole My Solitude