Modernise Songtext
von The Slow Readers Club

It′s time to modernise
Now listen son you've got to up your game
There′s a world of prying eyes
Debt multiplies
Those winds of fortune never blew my way
Now I'm old before my time

Oh Lord I'm nervous
The pressure here it starts to freak me out

It′s time to modernise
I′m with you through the pleasure and the pain
Pray the Lord, he will provide
The clock ticks by
I really start to hope that Jesus saves
Now I'm focused on the prize


Oh Lord I′m nervous
The pressure here it starts to freak me out
I long to breathe
It's all before us
Now listen son you′ve got to make me proud
Go forth, and be, take flight

Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late
Pressure′s on to belong, taken all I can take
Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late
Pressure's on to be strong, must be first out the gate
Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don′t be late
Pressure′s on to belong, taken all I can take
Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late...

I really start to hope that Jesus saves
There′s a world, there's a world of prying eyes
There′s a world, there's a world of prying eyes

Oh Lord I′m nervous
This discourse here it starts to freak me out
I long to breathe
It's all before us
So listen son you've got to make me proud
Go forth, and be, take flight