Interesting Times

And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same
 Another day has gone by
 And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame
 Another day has gone by
 When all the bright lights in the sky
 Come spinning down, skipping along
 Shouting from the treetops arguing
 When a block slides in
 May you live in interesting times
 Rearranging all the furniture, hearts, minds and beds
 And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same
 Another day has gone by
 And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame
 Another day has gone by
 Inscribing a prescription
 For a psychotropic hex, upon your head
 Grab a tinfoil hat and come along
 To the end of days
 May you live in interesting times
 Rearranging all the furniture, hearts, minds and beds
 And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the same
 And not a day had gone by
 And not a day will go by, when you don't feel the shame
 And not a day has gone by