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(Oh) these days I wonder why Sometimes I see the sign (oh) I'll scream up to the sky These days, these days, these days (oh) These days, don't call for peace Set fire to the peace (oh) These days, we turn the tide These days, these days, these days These days, I just have to laugh at the script They built the world on sand, castles collapse and they sit Keep it serene till you come with the racket and shit Now I'm Serena, the pacifist shit is past and it's tense They said, "they won't let us in" I said they really playin' catch up Mine's Ben Maverick, no if-buts I don't give a rat's ass or a squirrel's last fuck Everything apostrophe, the world is mine from Monster C They didn't shots fired, they just bullets in the wind Word to Dylan, and my kid is next kin If I ever die, I'm serious, bitch is crazy Need a lad that's padded and peaceful I am Tracy, keep my ass fat and smile at TV I need my Benjamin, I need my grants, I need my taxes You need some air, you need some grass You need that passion Target cracked, they sharpen my sword, the Greeks are sassy Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, Baby DJ, maybe the last one On my own, me, emergency on every special They do their deep replay, and I see it watch them blossom (Not for the weak) not for the weak Work out there just to scrape, to eat (just to sit) Holes in our boat, but although they try they can't cut the rope (Oh) these days I wonder why Sometimes I see the sign (oh) I'll scream up to the sky These days, these days, these days (oh) These days, don't call for peace Set fire to the peace (oh) These days, we turn the tide These days, these days, these days