The Future's Not What It Used to Be Songtext
von The King Blues
The Future's Not What It Used to Be Songtext
Outside on the street at 5 AM you know the world has a different face
And at dawn in the park as the sun beams break the drunks sing Amazing Grace
While the ladies of the night take as a big bright light comes crashing down
And you and I put this world to right in this forgotten little part of town
Well I heard that they say that the traffic warden dances as Dick Van Dyke does
Throwing shapes around parking meters to adored rapturous applause
Singing 5 part harmonies and jumping over cars while others dare to sleep
Well this city is my playground yeah my circus is this street
(Chorus)
Singin′ now
Woah oh the futures not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light (X2)
When they came to collect the names of the lads that want to sign up for the army
They said they wanna grow up to be a G gave up on trying to be like dad the sparky
Why run around 360, like a dog chasing it's tail?
The schoolgirls dressed like hookers the hookers dressed like schoolgirls
(Chorus)
Singin′ now
Woah oh the futures no what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn out the light, turn out the light (X2)
Killing and drilling well it's all the understand
In the Middle East and Afghanistan
They fight over turf. they fight over land
If you give them a ting-a-ling
While their trigger finger lingers
With the second gun slingers
They fight over that
There's no unity there′s just you and me
Trying to keep our heads above the lunacy
It′s just the way we're living
And we will never give in
To this -ism schism prison
That all men and women live in
They war over guns they war over God
War over land and they war over drugs
They war, they war, they war over love
War over which God watches from above
They war over oil, they war over race
Some of them are just warring to save face
They war, they war, they war over debt
If it′s a war they want it's a war that they′ll get
Woah oh the futures not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light (X3)
And at dawn in the park as the sun beams break the drunks sing Amazing Grace
While the ladies of the night take as a big bright light comes crashing down
And you and I put this world to right in this forgotten little part of town
Well I heard that they say that the traffic warden dances as Dick Van Dyke does
Throwing shapes around parking meters to adored rapturous applause
Singing 5 part harmonies and jumping over cars while others dare to sleep
Well this city is my playground yeah my circus is this street
(Chorus)
Singin′ now
Woah oh the futures not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light, turn off the light (X2)
When they came to collect the names of the lads that want to sign up for the army
They said they wanna grow up to be a G gave up on trying to be like dad the sparky
Why run around 360, like a dog chasing it's tail?
The schoolgirls dressed like hookers the hookers dressed like schoolgirls
(Chorus)
Singin′ now
Woah oh the futures no what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn out the light, turn out the light (X2)
Killing and drilling well it's all the understand
In the Middle East and Afghanistan
They fight over turf. they fight over land
If you give them a ting-a-ling
While their trigger finger lingers
With the second gun slingers
They fight over that
There's no unity there′s just you and me
Trying to keep our heads above the lunacy
It′s just the way we're living
And we will never give in
To this -ism schism prison
That all men and women live in
They war over guns they war over God
War over land and they war over drugs
They war, they war, they war over love
War over which God watches from above
They war over oil, they war over race
Some of them are just warring to save face
They war, they war, they war over debt
If it′s a war they want it's a war that they′ll get
Woah oh the futures not what it used to be
So will the last one out please turn off the light (X3)
Writer(s): Jonathan Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
