You know where I would rather be?
A humble fleapit, 1993
A simpler set of hopes and fears
Butler and Brett play in my ears
An honest sense of awe to see
A caged tyrannosaurus breaking free
The world has wonder left to spare
The people feel, some even care
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
We have to learn to read the room
A few get airtime, millions just keep shtum
An inconsistent set of rules
Ignite the past and suffer fools
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
The Tannens - Disconnected Lyrics
The Tannens - Disconnected Lyrics
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You know where I would rather be?
A humble fleapit, 1993
A simpler set of hopes and fears
Butler and Brett play in my ears
An honest sense of awe to see
A caged tyrannosaurus breaking free
The world has wonder left to spare
The people feel, some even care
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
We have to learn to read the room
A few get airtime, millions just keep shtum
An inconsistent set of rules
Ignite the past and suffer fools
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
A humble fleapit, 1993
A simpler set of hopes and fears
Butler and Brett play in my ears
An honest sense of awe to see
A caged tyrannosaurus breaking free
The world has wonder left to spare
The people feel, some even care
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
We have to learn to read the room
A few get airtime, millions just keep shtum
An inconsistent set of rules
Ignite the past and suffer fools
Take me back to the days that were never mine,
Where the summer's fine
They could have been the best days of our lives
21st century dispossession
All of our frenzied self-obsession
Uninspired and unelected
All hooked-up and disconnected
Trivialised by occupation
Locked in tribal confrontation
Unprepared and unprotected
All plugged-in and disconnected
Writer: DAKOTA MARTIN
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Peermusic Publishing