Welcome to My Century

Welcome to my century
I’ll tell you how to make it
Dish it out, twist and shout
But never, ever take it
I can dish it pretty good
House arrest for seven months but it was worth it

Welcome to my century
You are ancient history

Damn my father’s drinking
I should leave him sad and lonely
That’s a dream cuz I can’t seem
To do without his money
He will never draw the line
I storm out and he caves in to my best wishes

Welcome to my century
You are ancient history

I’m an actor, baby, can you dig it
Maybe you will see my face on television

Sunday down at the country club
With the evil face-lift mothers
They hate me triumphantly
They’re children don’t make trouble
I might never go away
Eighteen holes, I know exactly what I’m doing

Welcome to my century
You are ancient history