PARTY LIKE IT'S 1939
Evolution sucked us dry
Passed us by
Hardly made it through the winter
Failed to keep up
Failed to meet the standards
Rubbish toys
On an assembly line
Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
To bend new rules
Are you up
For yet another re-enactment of the end?
Let this be our epitaph
Burnt full circle now
No, you won’t recognize what you see
Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
To bend new rules
I’m gone, I’m gone
Just reaping what we’ve sown
Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
To bend new rules
