Twentieth Century - Cold Chisel

Standing on this intersection

Yelling for my change

Watching personalities

Collapse and re-arrange

Gotta smile about it

Gotta surf it out or drown

In the twentieth century

Some guy selling liberty

You’ve heard it all before

Let’s take some pet minority

To fame in eighty-four

Lots of fortunes and

Reputations to be found

In the twentieth century

Yankees lookin' east and west

Before they cross the road

It’s Hollywood democracy

It really doesn’t bother me

It’s entertainment, baby

It explodes

Let the K.G.B.

devise

Just what comes after civilised

This intersection’s big enough for me

And when I get some change

I’ll disappear

It’s tricky

But, thank God, it’s never organised

I’m talking about this twentieth century

The twentieth century

The twentieth century