The Six Fingered Hand

I remember when I was a kid
The past century seemed special
All the decades were lined up
Just like a set of coloured pencils
The Fifties, the Sixties, the Seventies
Oh, they all looked so exotic
I was certain the years yet to come
Would be just as iconic

Now they've been and gone
What the hell went wrong?
Where were all the amazing designs?
Fashions and movements and signs of the times?
Looking at pictures of 2001
Makes it feel like we got nothing done

We're all afraid, dried up and useless
The six fingered hand crushes our throats

Yeah, yeah

If you kidnapped a man from the nineties
And brought him back to present day
He'd probably die from the sheer disappointment
'cause everything looks exactly the same

Braindead
Wasted
I always dreamt of musical happenings, like the punk bands, two tone, one of these
The only movement that I got caught up in was CDs to MP3s
What a rip off
Did we have all our ambition scared out of us or is it just that if all the stars are competition winners with fake tans and sob stories, why bother building rockets?
We didn't even try
We didn't even try
They had The Beatles, we had 'The Coldplay sound'
They had The Pythons, we had The IT Crowd
Burnt out and all for jack, I want my twenties back
Burnt out and all for jack, I want my twenties back
Let down, beat up, caved in, I want my twenties back
Six fat fingers grip at my neck and make my heart beat slower
Yes, for real

Slower
Slower
Slower
Slower (Slower)
Slower
Slower (Slower)
Slower