Lyrics

Where do we go, my blue eyed son We're going out with everyone Who's buying in Utopia We go a long, long way, crackin' up emissions Spending all our wages, going out of fashion Who's buying Utopia It's such a long, long way, wishing and a-hoping Long hot days, gassin' and ignoring Let's kill it in oblivion Every minute, minute by minute A hissing, fizzing atmosphere This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it Oh, here comes history Kiss of history Hey hypnotist We're smoking till we burn out Take it to the limit Oh, baby it's our business So let's dance to the sound of our time running out And watch the smoke on the breeze of the rising seas Going down, down, down, around, round, round 'Cause we're so history It's all history
Writer(s): Johnny Marr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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