Lyrics

Well the desk porter laughed News of our legend and our exploits Travelled far From bell-hop to hired car All this and more Modern history On the third floor So is this where he died Spend your life cutting words up With a knife I light a candle for each night You waste away your life Modern history On the third floor Modern history On the third floor Well they're never gonna forget us We're the most famous People that they know Went to a party I didn't say a word You don't know how lucky you were You don't know how lucky you are So we set fire to your room And we bandaged up your hands and your arms Now where's your beauty gone I wanna know Modern history On the third floor Modern history On the third floor Well, you burned yourself with kerosene There's road marks around the scene Paraphernalia round the room What the hell are you doing on all fours? Lets take this place and storm the doors Make some modern history of our own