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light a Newport, get a paper from the porch | cant believe thebars don't let the people smoke indoors | an empty beer can, acouple old sales receipts | movie ticket stubbs, a pizza box fromlast week | watching westerns on his black and white tv set |digital converter box the government made him get | stain in hisshag carpet, no time to clean it yet | thinking about hittin thebank and cashing his checkback when it all was simple | before they took it all away | theysold us all tomorrow | then they stole our yesterdaytake a ride, hop inside the delta 88 | roadmap and an atlas ison his backseat | dice is in the mirror, pine trees keep the airfresh | reach into the glovebox and pull out his favorite cassette| damn, thinking music just aint what it used to be | aint beenthe same since CDs and MTV | he miss the vinyl LPs and themilkcrates | so right before he walk in the bank he flip the tapeback when it all was simple | before they took it all away | theysold us all tomorrow | then they stole our yesterdayteller ask how he's doing, he says fine | they let him know he cancheck his account balance on line | he laughs, and say truthfully?that's out of the question? | cause he heard about the internetbut still don't trust it | get on the freeway, its under constructionall the time | glance down at the buildings crowding the skyline |Songtextemost of the spots he used to frequent all closed | they call it?progress?, he calls it ?nightclubs & condos?back when it all was simple | before they took it all away | theysold us all tomorrow | then they stole our yesterday Aus Songtexte Mania