I woke up at your party
I heard the latest trend
You wanted everybody there to be your friend
I listened to your story
About that after modern feeling
Like its fun to win
And to pretend
Tell me though
Do you really want to know what happens?
I’ll be a buzz bin fly
Just living to die
And I don’t want to be the guy
To say whatever, nevermind
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here we go Now that the party’s done
And we’re both on our own
Do you feel a bit
Cheated, now that
We’re living safe and sober?
The 1960s' over
Stop me if i am repeating, (yeah man)
Back when you were king
You had new friends
Now that you’re not
See how they pass you by?
And I don’t want to be the guy
To say whatever nevermind
Here today, gone tomorrow
He was born in 25
American assembly line
He was on our side
Of the last world war
Just today he up and died
Hey, Mr. New York Times
There go a thousand more
Now that the partys' done
And we’re all on our own
Do you feel a bit cheated?
Now we go to bed in our own bed sheets
Individually, keep dreaming
Tell me though
Do you really want to know what happens?
You’ll have a space to die and occupy
But I don’t wanna
I don’t want to be that guy
Add between his thighs
Standing on the corner, son
Standing on the corner tryin'
Looking at the second watch of time
Watching every second tick by Here today, gone tomorrow