Lucy, couldn't carry a tune in a bucket
worked slinging drinks at a tavern by the tracks
with a 10 gallon mouth and all it attracts
Every, friday she'd sweep up the evening
into her busted dustpan
after the old timers sing free bird
all those songs you've heard before
She drowns out the mundane
by drinking just the same
waking up sunday with the zings
praying tomorrow will be different in all that it seems
Hey Ho what do ya know
there's a million songs and you've heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it's time to go- git git goin'
Hey Ho what do ya know
It's the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it's time to go- git git goin'
Oh, what difference does it make anyway
this apathy is k**ing me
Oh, just like lucy,
and generations of creative minds
who like to waste their time
avoiding interactions,
this world can be one steaming big distraction
Hey Ho what do ya know
there's a million songs and you've heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it's time to go - git git goin'
Hey Ho what do ya know
It's the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it's time to go - git git goin'
We run for the money but not to save ourselves
We run for the money but not to save ourselves
We run for the money but not to save ourselves
until it's ut oh it oh ut ut ohhh.
Lucy, is the spitting image of your mother
and the generations that came before her
that were soiled by our fathers guns,
the songs that they song,
the wars that they fought,
the freedom they bought,
but still nothing gets changed,
nothing gets saved,
does it matter anyway?
“It doesnt matter anyway.”
Of course it matters in every way.
But we're not, not gonna change our minds.
I said we're not, not gonna change our minds.
Hey Ho what do ya know
It's the end of the world I am sure you have heard that
nothings new so i guess it's time to go - git git goin'
Hey Ho what do ya know
there's a million songs and you've heard em all before
nothings new so i guess it's time to go - git git goin'