why make the past your sacred cow
i guess you’ve changed you’ve changed and how
yeah yeah yeah
fruit’s grown rotten on the bough
reap what you sow with a counterfeit plough
yeah yeah yeah
that was then but this is now
more sacrifices than an aztec priest
standing here straining at that leash
all fall down
can’t complain musn’t grumble
help yourself to another peace of apple crumble
and consequently
hearts of oak are charged and blistered
russians should be babysitted
americans enlisted
that was then but this is now
that was then but this is now
that was then but this is now
Artist: Abc
Year: 1984
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 46