Letra de «Nothing Really Changes»
Nothing really changes
Everything remains the same
We are what we are till the day that we die
Nothing really changes
Everything remains the same
We are what we are till the day that we die
If we could live in Shakespeare's days I wonder who we'd be If people then could live today I wonder who we'd see They'd prob'ly stop a corner cop And ask what the whole world 's coming to If people then could live today I wonder what they'd do Yes I wonder what they'd do Would Romeo and Juliet watch Nelson Eddy kiss Jeanette Would Bacchus read police gazette And window peep at silhouettes Would Caesar pay to see the mets Would Icarus join the jet set Would Satan smoke menthol cigarettes Would Samson razor with Gilettes
Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die (unless we love the Lord) Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die
Would Henry VIII use etiquette In a busy New York luncheonette Would Cleopatra die when when bit Or save herself with a tourniquet Would Beethoven join a jazz quartet Would Ben Hur drive a blue corvette Would Aristotle be an acid head Would Cain kill Abel with a bayonet
Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die (unless we love the Lord) Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die
If we could live in Shakespeare's days I wonder who we'd be If people then could live today I wonder who we'd see They'd prob'ly stop a corner cop And ask what the whole world 's coming to If people then could live today I wonder what they'd do Yes I wonder what they'd do Would Romeo and Juliet watch Nelson Eddy kiss Jeanette Would Bacchus read police gazette And window peep at silhouettes Would Caesar pay to see the mets Would Icarus join the jet set Would Satan smoke menthol cigarettes Would Samson razor with Gilettes
Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die (unless we love the Lord) Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die
Would Henry VIII use etiquette In a busy New York luncheonette Would Cleopatra die when when bit Or save herself with a tourniquet Would Beethoven join a jazz quartet Would Ben Hur drive a blue corvette Would Aristotle be an acid head Would Cain kill Abel with a bayonet
Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die (unless we love the Lord) Nothing really changes Everything remains the same We are what we are till the day that we die
