I Am A Product

I am a PRODUCT of the 20th century

I is the Mafia

The swing that's in your gate

The dirty washing hanging on your line

Like a pretty flower, never feed me at all

Like a pretty flower never feed me...

I is life

I is death

With her four winds blowing

Will I see you again?

I am...

I see you now

It's all over

I'm seeing through all the plastic...

Sunrise come every morning...

I live in Siberia

Through no fault of my own

We're a blank generation in the danger zone

Paracidal slumbers from 7-23

Only the blind follow me...

Abyssinia in the morning

Breakfast in Berlin...

Oh! You leave me dying

Everybody wants what everybody's got

And everybody's got what everybody wants

Soldier lies bleeding where a church once stood!