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(Oh) these days I wonder why

Sometimes I see the sign (oh)

I'll scream up to the sky

These days, these days, these days (oh)

These days, don't call for peace

Set fire to the peace (oh)

These days, we turn the tide

These days, these days, these days

These days, I just have to laugh at the script

They built the world on sand, castles collapse and they sit

Keep it serene till you come with the racket and shit

Now I'm Serena, the pacifist shit is past and it's tense

They said, "they won't let us in"

I said they really playin' catch up

Mine's Ben Maverick, no if-buts

I don't give a rat's ass or a squirrel's last fuck

Everything apostrophe, the world is mine from Monster C

They didn't shots fired, they just bullets in the wind

Word to Dylan, and my kid is next kin

If I ever die, I'm serious, bitch is crazy

Need a lad that's padded and peaceful

I am Tracy, keep my ass fat and smile at TV

I need my Benjamin, I need my grants, I need my taxes

You need some air, you need some grass

You need that passion

Target cracked, they sharpen my sword, the Greeks are sassy

Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, Baby DJ, maybe the last one

On my own, me, emergency on every special

They do their deep replay, and I see it watch them blossom

(Not for the weak) not for the weak

Work out there just to scrape, to eat (just to sit)

Holes in our boat, but although they try they can't cut the rope

(Oh) these days I wonder why

Sometimes I see the sign (oh)

I'll scream up to the sky

These days, these days, these days (oh)

These days, don't call for peace

Set fire to the peace (oh)

These days, we turn the tide

These days, these days, these days