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 was a farce
Outside it's nineteen-thirtythree 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 from the greatest generation I'd be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back to this
I'd be screaming at my grand kids: "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 was a farce
Outside it's nineteen-thirtythree 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 daaaaaawwwwwwwn
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 nineteen-thirtythree 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