Song out of time. August 2020
Every generation, likes to sing about change.
How things are unjust, and so very very strange.
Yea, every generation, has its own kind of blues.
Heart brakes and lying snakes, on the evening news.
You can fight the system, or flee to the hills.
You can find new strength, or a hand full of pills.
Everybody wants a ride, to get away,
under so much pressure, you just cant bear to stay.
When you hit rock bottom, turn your life around.
Or stay there crying, on the cold hard ground.
Everybody wants, to be happy in the end.
A bright shiny future, with a good solid friend.
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