Well in 1963 Doctor King he had a dream
Take it form me we're all still dreaming
And in 1969 all the hippies spoke their mind

I hope to god that they're still speaking
Oh time goes by and I close my eyes and nothing seems to change
With all the blood and ugly floods tell me who's to blame

Who's that man behind the plan who fields the deadly flames
One day soon I'm gonna shoot the moon I pray you'll do the same.


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It's a blue lunar Monday
No one knows which way to go

Everybody's stuck between
What's above and what's below
Just take your mind off everything

Eat a feast fit for a king
It's a blue lunar Monday
Don't ya know, don't ya know, don't ya know?


Well in 1922 Robert Johnson sang the blues
Lord you can bet he'd still be singing

And in 1955 Emmett Till was shot and died
Lord that shotgun's still ringing.
Oh time goes by and I close my eyes and nothing seems to change

Trayvon's dead he's in our heads but my friend he's just a name
Scream all you can I don't give a damn you won't ever stop the game
You might as well stoop down to hell buy a gun and take your aim.


Chorus


Well in 1965 rock and roll it came alive
I thank the lord that it's still living
And in 1966 all the madmen got their fix

Now it seems like everybody's tripping.
Oh time goes by and I close my eyes and nothing seems to change
The politics of psychotic fits they all still remain

The ambassador he still wants more the businessman the same
With all this wealth $#&@ my health I'm gonna smoke away my shame.


Chorus (2X)