The fin-de-siecle - that golden age 
All those bright young things with bright young things to say 

Nothing ever changes, history just rearranges 
Facts and dates and figures with it's finger on the trigger 
To protect the children, the investor's hard-earned millions 
While the excrement increases, time just freezes 

With drawing board and pen knife the future colourists 
Trace the decade on their skinny wrists 

Smiling, turbaned mothers and their family call the patrons 'brother' 
Just to make them feel like they are part of something bigger 
It's like they're not just filling bellies but they're selling plastic stigma 
And a flashing model jesus, time just freezes 

Nothing ever changes, history just rearranges 
Slices up their faces to remove the traces 
Of the shock they give tomorrow, did you ever feel like you've been borrowed? 
Strapped to the couch? Hypnotised? [bad word] by the rhythm of the prophet's eyes? 
Who place their faith in yesterday and sell it like a perfect day 
Oh, when will they believe us, time just freezes 

Time just freezes 
Time just frees us.