Modern Industry!

It's another day in paradise
Desperately seeking something soothing, maybe nearly nice
Split second kitchen sink
Sometimes lit by the flickering of a busted tube bulb
Sometimes a half smoked cigarette
Understanding why so many people our age are getting married or dead

But once a year, for a week or two
I'm something close to resembling the person I've always wanted to be
It's modern industry!
It's all been shit since someone died
It's another disgusting discussion of the soup around my fly
It's another day in paradise

The memory of her touch is fading
It's the saddest little thing
Is it me, or is nothing as good as it used to be?
Yeah maybe it's just me, or maybe this is when life gets boring
It's still pretty good though
When you're driving over Vauxhall Bridge on an autumn evening
Although Yazoo on the radio was a little on the nose

I heard you from the front seat, roll your eyes at me
It's modern industry!
It's all been shit since suicide
It's another disgusting discussion of the soup drowning my fly
It's another day in paradise