Brad - 20th Century Lyrics

Well I'm swearing to God. Yeah, I'm so nervous.
I can not 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, just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther.
My friends.
Just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther.
My friends.
Yeah...

Just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther.
My friends.

20th Century.

Just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther, just a little bit farther.