Century Son

                  Richards, (arranged by Augie March)

                  Century son
                  You're such a nervous one
                  Just the wind in the trees
                  Can set your trembling knees
                  To tremble

                  Are you doing okay?
                  Ask me on the better day
                  Ask me on the bed

                  Days of debauchery
                  And days of divorce
                  Well all this history can strike
                  With a terrible force
                  To break you

                  What about the starlight on your head
                  It took a million light years to reach you
                  But you complain it's cold and dead
                  But didn't anybody teach you

                  The place you used to live
                  To easily forgive
                  But we never quickly pass through that place
                  It's going to pass away, forget it
                  Forget it

                  Century son
                  You're such a nervous one
                  Just the wind in the trees
                  Can set your trembling knees
                  To tremble

                  Days of debauchery
                  And days of divorce
                  Well all this history can strike
                  With a terrible force

                  To break you
                  Trip in our hearts can taint you
                  Fire in the corpse
                  Makes you bitter as though you'll never be

                  What about the starlight on your head
                  It took a million light years to reach you
                  But you complain it's cold and dead
                  But didn't anybody teach you

                  What about the starlight on your head
                  It took a million light years to reach you
                  But you complain that it's cold and dead
                  But didn't anybody teach you

                  The place you used to hide
                  And a little friend in which to confide
                  To nigh and nigh and nigh and nigh and nigh
                  Century will testify(?)

                  All your days out in the sun
                  Amount to nought and nil and none
                  We're cancer to you century son
                  century son
                  century son
                  century son

 

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