Why is it that civilized humanity
Can make the world so wrong ?
In this hurly-burly of insanity
Our dreams cannot last long.
We’ve reached a deadline,
A press headline,
Every sorrow.
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow.
Blues ЎЄ
Twentieth century blues
Are getting me down.
Blues ЎЄ
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues.
Why,
If there’s a God in the sky,
Why shouldn’t He grin
High
Above this dreary
Twentieth century din ?
In this strange illusion,
Chaos and confusion,
People seem to lose their way.
What is there to strive for,
Love or keep alive for,
Say, ‘Hey, hey!’
Call it a day ?
Blues ЎЄ
Nothing to win or to lose,
It’s getting me down.
Blues ЎЄ
Escape those weary
Twentieth century blues.
We’ve reached a deadline,
A press headline,
Every sorrow.
Blues value
Is news value
Tomorrow.
Blues ЎЄ
Nothing to win or to lose,
It’s getting me down.
Blues ЎЄ
Escape those dreary
Twentieth century
Blues.