Twentieth century blues are getting me downBlues, escape those dreary twentieth century bluesWhy, if there's a god in the sky, why shouldn't he grinHigh above this dreary twentieth century dinIn this strange illusion, chaos and confusionPeople seem to lose their wayWhat is there to strive for, love or keep alive forSay, Hey hey, call it a dayBlues, nothing to win or to lose, it's getting me downBlues, escape those weary twentieth century bluesWhy is it that civilized humanity can make this world so wrongIn this hurly-burly of insanity, our dreams cannot last longWe've reached a deadline, a press headline, every sorrowBlues value is news value tomorrow
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