stop asking musicians what they think
he said softly as he poured himself a second drink
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
the first time it was a tragedy
the second time it's a farce
outside it's 1933 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 of the greatest generation i'd be pissed
surveying the world that i built
i'd be screaming at my grand kids: we already did this"