"Stop asking musicians what they think" He said softly as he poured himself a second drink And outside, the world slipped over the brink We all thought we had nothing to lose That we could trust in crossed fingers and horseshoes That everything would work out, no matter what we choose
The first time it was a tragedy The second time is a farce Outside it's 1933 so I'm hitting the bar
But I don't know what's going on anymore The world outside is burning with a brand new light But it isn't one that makes me feel warm Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
If I was of the greatest generation I'd be pissed Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this I'd be screaming at my grandkids: "We already did this" Be suspicious of simple answers That shit's for fascists and maybe teenagers You can't fix the world if all you have is a hammer
The first time it was a tragedy The second time is a farce Outside it's 1933 so I'm hitting the bar
But I don't know what's going on anymore The world outside is burning with a brand new light But it isn't one that makes me feel warm Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn For the dawn
Aren't you ashamed of this? I surely hope that you are We live in a society that's maybe heading for Mars But down here we still have a shower of bastards leading the charge Outside it's 1933 so I'm hitting the bar
But I don't know what's going on anymore The world outside is burning with a brand new light But it isn't one that makes me feel warm Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn Don't go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Compositor: Francis Edward Turner (Frank Turner) ECAD: Obra #18036734