The Times, they are remaining

Come gather round people wherever you roam,

And admit that the whole revolution has blown

’Cause all we do now is sit round and get stoned

I’d be out in the streets but it’s raining.

We once were together not now we’re alone

And the times they are remaining.

 

Come writers and critics who speak with a pen

It’s easier now, it was much harder then

Cause you have to admit, you make more money when

You only need be entertaining

Write for Rolling Stone, Playboy and grab what you can

Just what was the use of complaining

 

Don’t worry congressmen, don’t heed the call,

It was only a phase, it was nothing at all,

I look back on it now it’s hard to recall

Why march up to a cop and get kicked in the cunt

If the times they are remaining.

 

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast

The future’s decided, the moment is passed,

It’s sad to find we’re completely outclassed

But the efforts too much for sustaining,

Take everything easy sit back on your arse

For the times they are remaining.