20th Century Lyrics

[brad]

(we found the groove)
(have a good time, make sure your seat belts are fastened)
Well i'm swearing to god, yeah, i'm so nervous
I cannot feel anything, save the tip of my finger
Whenever comes just might not be the moment
Raise the roof, yeah, let's get out of this
My friends
20th century

My friends
My friends
Pay attention y'all, to the signs
Pay attention, yeah, to the questions
Let the energy rise to the moment
Yeah, that look in your eyes, no description
My friends
20th century
My friends
20th century
My friends
20th century
My friends
My friends
Just a little bit farther...