Well the moon is on a slow rise
like ever other dark night
since the waters receded and the grass began to grow
Helicopters circle
buzz and shine and circle
and the pistol waving prophet is finally on TV
He’s dreaming that I’m OJ
finally feeling OK
And you’re watching because you’re stuck and you’re at home
And once the bastards finish me
You’ll flip the channel once again
And walk into the kitchen and pour yourself some gin
Hard Times Are Here Again
The CIA has bugged the door
Close the blinds, Katie bar the door
I’m locked and I’m loaded waiting for ‘em to storm in
The people have spoken
I thought they were joking
But it’s just not the funny
The second time around
So I’ll listen to you whisper
secrets from the twister
that’s blowing in to flatten our home
There’s no ink in my printer
It’ll be a long, long winter
but flowers only bloom if the spring is coming soon
Hard Times Are Here Again
Ohh Hard Times Are Here Again
Some say “Bring It On!”
Some reach for the bong
Others say they saw it coming all along
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Well the the song is almost finished
And my prospects are diminishing
Wonder how the money’s coming in
as the show heads for the floor
The Republic had a short run
Sure did get a lot done
But the world is full of messengers
who aren’t afraid to die
They’ve cordoned off the perimiter
access is limited
and he’s bathing in the TV copters lights
And once the bastards finish him
He’ll rise into the smoky wind
Take off on a ride
Like a Jesus suicide
Hard Times Are Here Again
Ohh Hard Times Are Here Again
Ohh Hard Times Are Here Again
Some say “Bring It On!”
Some reach for the bong
Others say they saw it coming all along
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo

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