The fin-de-siecle - that golden age
All those bright young things with bright
Young things to say
Nothing ever changes,
History just rearranges facts and dates
And figures with its finger on the trigger to protect
The children, the investor's hard-earned millions
While the excrement increases, time just freezes
With drawing board and pen knife the future colorists
Trace the decade on their skinny wrists
Smiling, turbaned mothers and their family call the patrons 'brother'
Just to make them feel like they are part of something: bigger
It's like they're not just filling bellies but
They're selling plastic stigma
And a flashing model jesus, time just freezes
Nothing ever changes, history just rearranges
Slices up their faces to remove the traces
Of the shock they give tomorrow,
Did you ever feel like you've been borrowed?
Strapped to the couch? hypnotized?
Struck by the rhythm of the prophet's eyes?
Who place their faith in yesterday
And sell it like a perfect day
Oh, when will they believe us, time just freezes
Time just freezes
Time just frees us.
