Do you remember
the twenty-first century?
When everyone splendid
would bathe in the nude
in a pool in the wood?
When everyone splendid
was splendidly good?
Do you remember
the twenty-first century?
When everyone's friend
siphoned gasoline nights
just to set it alight?
When everyone's friend
was so right?
Where are we now?
All of our years
whirled away?
We have washed our hands clean
with a little gasoline
and some noise
We have made our big play
only traded away
a few boys
We have sung the Afghanistan blues now in every saloon
this side of the moon
in the nineteenth century
in the twentieth century
in the twenty-first century
in every saloon
this side of the moon
we have sung the Afghanistan blues
Do you remember
the twenty-first century?
When everyone struggled
to nurture a bruise
to be shown on the news?
When everyone struggled
to cover the ruse?
Do you remember
the twenty-first century?
When the world was run
by a troop of baboons
under two rising moons?
When the world ended
one afternoon?
Where are we now?
All of our years
whirled away?
We have washed our hands clean
with a little gasoline
and some noise
We have made our big play
only traded away
a few boys
We have sung the Afghanistan blues now in every saloon
this side of the moon
in the nineteenth century
in the twentieth century
in the twenty-first century
in every saloon
this side of the moon
we have sung the Afghanistan blues
