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 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, mustn’t grumble Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble And consequently: Hearts of oak are charred and blistered Russians should be baby-sittered Americans resisted
That was then but this is now That was then but this is now That was then but this is now That was then but this is now