Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed
I got this feeling like a train's running
Through my head
Some big mouth talking trying to tell
Us where the world went wrong
But all this talk of peace and love
It's only for the news
Cause everytime you trust someone
You end up getting screwed
CHORUS
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Everyone's your brother till you
Turn the other way
The more things change
The more they stay the same
All we need's a miracle
To take us all away from the pain
Came to this morning I was feeling
Mighty used
Picked up the telephone but all I got's
A major attitude
Turned on the TV to the same old news
Everybody thinks they got the answer
to the same old blues
Like a hot smokin' pistol
On a Saturday night
You gotta go for the throat
You gotta fight for your life
CHORUS
Take me aaway
Like a hot smokin' pistol
On a Saturday night
You gotta go for the throat
You gotta fight for your life
CHORUS
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