That's it, the end
But you'll get over it, my friend
Time will pass, governments fall
Glasses melt, hurricanes bawl
High speed trains, take us away
North or south... and back the same day
And you, you'll get over it
You do, you get over it
Seasons will change, more or less
Species vanish, art perplex
Resentment remain, both east and west
Police expect... an arrest
For now, you'll get over it
Somehow, you'll get over it
You'll be there, the king over the water
In despair, recoiling from the slaughter
They're raising an army, in the North
From York Minster to the Firth of Forth
The pilgrimage of grace, you won't believe it
Such a human face... when you receive it
And you will, get over it
With time to kill, you'll get over it
There's a cruiser waiting, at Scapa Flow
To take you away from all you know
The old man agonized
He really has compromised
Public opinion may not be on your side
There's those who think they've been taken for a ride
You'll get over it, I'm on your side because
You'll get over it, and what a ride it was
[four lines of French lyrics]
It's dark, but you'll get over it
On your mark, you'll get over it
That car phone warehouse boy has been on the phone
He wants to upgrade the mobile you own
Have you realized your computer's a spy?
Give him a ring, he'll explain why
The bourgeoisie will get over it
Look at me, I'm so over it
And you, you'll get over it
You do, you'll get over it... in time |
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