beck
modern guilt
Hey, hey Da, da, da, da I feel uptight When I walk in the city I feel so cold When I'm at home Feels like everything's Starting to hit me I lost bed Ten minutes ago Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing Modern guilt I'm under lock and key It's not What I have changed Turning into convention Don't know What I've done But I feel ashamed Standing outside The glass room sidewalk These people talk about Impossible things And I'm falling down The conversations Another palm beats Into you Modern guilt Is all in our hands Modern guilt Won't get me to bed Say what you will Smoking my cigarette Don't know What I've done But I feel afraid