Listen up!


If you lazy sons of bitches really want to do something, why don't you stop belly-achin' and use your spare time to distribute this on the net - just forget about names and copyrights:


Come gather round people
Wherever you go,
Admit to the Truth
That you already know:
The day didn't break
Though the rooster did crow,
And the world is rapidly aging.
The harvest is over,
And no one to sow,
For the times they are a-changin'.

The writers and critics
Who live by their pen
Have all become slaves
Of the tyrants again.
They no longer speak
Or walk upright like men,
In the play their masters are staging,
Contented to jump
When their masters say when,
For the times they are a-changin'.

You senators, congressmen
Sworn to uphold
Our proud constitution
Have sold it for gold,
You cowards -
Now only your lying is bold
For whatever war they are waging.
The world was so young
- Oh, but now it's so old,
For the times they are a-changin'.

The children that taught us
And put us to shame,
These children are now
Only children in name,
They think they are different,
They're really the same,
And their hearts no longer are raging,
And how they must bleed
Just for being so tame,
For the times they are a-changin'.

Yet for those who are gone
There'll be others instead
- Don't think they are gone,
If you don't see their head!
The soldiers you see
Are the ones who are dead,
And the only ones they'll be caging.
For some there will be
Who are never afraid,
And the times will be a-changin'!