New Times Lyrics - New Times - Violent Femmes

New times. New times. New times. 

Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. 

I'm the guard. At one time 

This was rather pleasant 

The poets they still had to muse 

Over the classicism of clean shoes 

But who today still knows a button stick 

Well, that's the new times 

That's the new times 

That's the new times 

The girls would lie down before us 

First one went dancing, then behind the bushes 

Today you have to run through twenty places 

Get drunk on saccharin and methyl 

And then you still don't get them that far 

Well, that's the new times 

That's the new times 

That's the new times 

Now take it easy there in the early morning 

Who arrives but the brethren from the press 

If somewhere there lies a cadaver 

Or something is foul in the state 

You can be sure that a writer is not far behind 

With his Excellency I only say 

Hands off the literature 

The laurel wreath one gets today 

Second hand so to speak 

From the old Empire's stories 

Sold underhand at the Alexander platz 

With all the wigs and costumes 

Twitching from the shoulder one is informed 

Well, that's the new times 

That's the new times 

That's the new times 

New times. New times. New times.