Ain't it just like the old days
Let's see how the hand plays
Living at a second-hand cliché
It ain't just like the old days

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

We've gotta get friends in high places
Hide behind their plastic faces
Rip up the flag and replace it
Dance with our friends in high places

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure
You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through
I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through

You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure