Interesting Times

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same

Another day has gone by

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame

Another day has gone by

When all the bright lights in the sky

Come spinning down, skipping along

Shouting from the treetops arguing

When a block slides in

May you live in interesting times

Rearranging all the furniture, hearts, minds and beds

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same

Another day has gone by

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame

Another day has gone by

Inscribing a prescription

For a psychotropic hex, upon your head

Grab a tinfoil hat and come along

To the end of days

May you live in interesting times

Rearranging all the furniture, hearts, minds and beds

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same

And not a day had gone by

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame

And not a day has gone by