Yesterdays

One man sits with his head hung low

Nowhere to run, got no place to go

There was a time when his town held homes

Now it's trash and broken homes

Every day, haulin' off the dead

So many scenes flashin' through his head

A little kid had to ask me "why"

Should I laugh? Maybe I'll just cry

So many folks tune in the living hell

They wanna know where the bombs just fell

Your TV screens show them crashing down

Can you see the lights? Can you hear the sound?

Guess the times have got the best of me

What the hell is this supposed to prove

they don't want to feel this misery

Hear 'em screaming and they dare not move

Guess the times have got the best of me

Has there got to be a single bullet

Put it right up to my head

Half a chance you know that I would use it

Guess the times have got the best of me

What the hell is this supposed to prove

they don't want to feel this misery

Hear 'em screaming and they dare not move

Guess the times have got the best of me

Has there got to be a single bullet

They don't want to fell this misery

Remember yesterday, oh yesterday

One man sits with his cigarettes

Drinks his gin like his own regrets