Strange Days Lyrics by THE BOBBY LEES
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
It’s a Murakami Dream
We’ll light a trash can fire, burn your memory
It’s a Murakami Dream
Take every telephone and smash in every TV screen
They say there’s war at hand
What’s the use of cryin if it is the end
They say there’s war at hand
Me and Henry don’t mind, we’ll work until the end
Back on the land
Back on the farm, workin till the sun has set
They say there’s war at hand
Me and Henry don’t mind, we’ll dance until we’re dead
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
It’s a Murakami Dream
We’ll light a trash can fire, burn your memory
It’s a Murakami Dream
Take every telephone and smash in every TV screen
Back on the land
Back on the farm, workin till the sun has set
They say there’s war at hand
What’s the use of cryin if it is the end?
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
It’s a Murakami Dream
We’ll light a trash can fire, burn your memory
It’s a Murakami Dream
I’ll take every telephone and smash in every TV screen
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead
Strange Days
Stranger days ahead