The time is now, and it's just another time
The moon is full, and it doesn't mean a thing
This song is an ancient one, it's older than the rocks
Nothing new ever happens in the world today
Endless is the number of moves that don't exist
There's a shaking shell of index fingers
There's a trigger on the gun, a smile on the face
Nothing new ever happens in the world today
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head
There's one tin horn, played proud for the ones who died
Another tear is shed as the dragon picks his teeth
Once again the jester laughs from the mouth of an infant child
Nothing new ever happens in the world today
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head
Thrill with us to yesternow, win some awards in neverwhere
Trade in your old gods; maybe you could be Catholic
If you have the money that you saved from the same job, baby
You should change your name so it looks good on paper
Buy some new clothes, maybe sleep with a Kennedy
How very nice to be noticed, like everyone is noticed
The shepherd of the lemmings on the TV screen
Through all the glitter and smoke and sweat and dirt we march
Uphill 'til we reach the bottom, plant flags to air our guilt
We can't be late or all the masks we find won't fit
Important gestures while we preach, question nothing that we teach
And happily ever after remains just out of reach