Lyrics:

Why make the past your sacred cow?

I guess you've changed, you've changed and how

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fruit's grown rotten on the bough

Reap what you sow, with a counterfeit plough

Yeah, yeah, yeah



That was then but this is now

That was then but this is now



More sacrifices than an Aztec priest

Standing here straining at that leash

All fall down

Can't complain, musn't grumble

Help yourself to another peace of apple crumble

And consequently:

Hearts of oak are charged and blistered

Russians should be baby-sitted

Americans enlisted



That was then but this is now

That was then but this is now

That was then but this is now