These days Everything's so blasé As you sip upon your latte and make cynical quips These days Everything's so bloodless Won't satiate the bloodlust of millennial kids But I'll work with you, just tell me what you're after, I'll design it to spec, agree the scripting and the test plans But then like amateurs You change the parameters Oh, 21st century, you don't know what you wanted at all I've lost faith in all of my decisions Can I make things with precision? Are they cool or interesting? I'm like 'Ghosthunting with the Happy Mondays' I shouldn't have been made I shouldn't have passed the beta testing These days I second-guess my heroes Like Dante or Shakespeare knows the problems I face These days I try to be righteous Try to add some lightness, not to fall on my face But I don't salivate Trying to navigate the myriad complexities of this stupid century If I made a creature Then for some flaw or feature It would get torn to pieces, no-one would know what it meant to me I've lost faith in all of my decisions Can I make things with precision? Are they cool or interesting? I'm like 'Ghosthunting with the Happy Mondays' I shouldn't have been made I shouldn't have passed the beta testing I shouldn't have passed the beta testing What if I made the wrong choice and I'm stuck? What if I don't have any talent or luck? What if I think something is good and it sucks? What if my colleagues are all absolute schmucks? I've lost faith in all of my decisions Can I make things with precision? Are they cool or interesting? I'm like 'Ghosthunting with the Happy Mondays' I shouldn't have been made I shouldn't have passed the beta testing Why should I bring anything to life When I shouldn't be alive should be arrested not arresting? I'm like 'Ghosthunting with the Happy Mondays' I shouldn't have been made I shouldn't have passed the beta testing I shouldn't have passed the beta testing I shouldn't have passed the beta testing

I missed summer coz I spent it at work Well it's the only thing in my life that works I missed the last one I'll miss another This is the year without a summer I spent the autumn and the winter too Thinking of things to do in summer with you But you're not my lover, I am not your lover This is the year without a summer I spent the spring thinking of how We could be better friends to one another But now we're not spending any time with each other This is the year without a summer I realised how you'd get to 75 And then die and no-one realised you were even alive And as they put you in the ground they'd be like "isn't that a bummer?" This is the year without a summer I spent all August wondering why All of my friendships have passed me by I guess they're happier if we're not with each other This is the year without a summer