The time is now, and it's just another time.
The Moon is full, and it doesn't mean a thing.
This song is an ancient one, much older than the rocks.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Endless is the number of moves that don't exist.
There's a shaking shell of index fingers,
There's a trigger on the gun, a smile, on the face.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.
There's one tin horn, played proud for the ones who died.
Another tear is shed as the Dragon picks his teeth.
Once again the Jester laughs from the mouth of an infant child.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.
Thrill with us to yesternow. With some awards in neverwhere.
Trade in your old gods; maybe you could be catholic,
If you shell out the money that you saved from the same job, baby.
You should change your name so it looks good on paper.
Buy some new clothes, maybe sleep with a Kennedy.
How very. Nice to be noticed, like everyone is noticed.
The shepard of the lemmings on the TV screen.
Through all the glitter and smoke we march,
Uphill 'til we reach the bottom, plant flags to air our guilt.
We can't be late or all the masks we find won't fit.
Important gesutres while we preach, questions nothing that we teach.
And happily ever after remains just out of reach.
The time is now... Submit.
The Moon is full, and it doesn't mean a thing.
This song is an ancient one, much older than the rocks.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Endless is the number of moves that don't exist.
There's a shaking shell of index fingers,
There's a trigger on the gun, a smile, on the face.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.
There's one tin horn, played proud for the ones who died.
Another tear is shed as the Dragon picks his teeth.
Once again the Jester laughs from the mouth of an infant child.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.
Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.
Thrill with us to yesternow. With some awards in neverwhere.
Trade in your old gods; maybe you could be catholic,
If you shell out the money that you saved from the same job, baby.
You should change your name so it looks good on paper.
Buy some new clothes, maybe sleep with a Kennedy.
How very. Nice to be noticed, like everyone is noticed.
The shepard of the lemmings on the TV screen.
Through all the glitter and smoke we march,
Uphill 'til we reach the bottom, plant flags to air our guilt.
We can't be late or all the masks we find won't fit.
Important gesutres while we preach, questions nothing that we teach.
And happily ever after remains just out of reach.
The time is now... Submit.