Violent Femmes - New Times Lyrics
New times. new times. new times.Good morning. good morning. good morning.Im the guard. at one timeThis was rather pleasantThe poets they still had to museOver the classicism of clean shoesBut who today still knows a button stickWell, thats the new timesThats the new timesThats the new timesThe girls would lie down before usFirst one went dancing, then behind the bushesToday you have to run through twenty placesGet drunk on saccharin and methylAnd then you still dont get them that farWell, thats the new timesThats the new timesThats the new timesNow take it easy there in the early morningWho arrives but the brethren from the pressIf somewhere there lies a cadaverOr something is foul in the stateYou can be sure that a writer is not far behindWith his excellency I only say:Hands off the literatureThe laurel wreath one gets todaySecond hand so to speak>from the old empires storiesSold underhand at the alexanderplatzWith all the wigs and costumesTwitching from the shoulder one is informedWell, thats the new timesThats the new timesThats the new timesNew times. new times. new times.
