Updated verses for a song that's a few years old now:
The Mayans made a prophecy
When the end'd at last occur
Instead we got the usual:
A schoolhouse massacre.
Hard times are these, my friends
Hard times, indeed
A policeman tried to tell me
His department was corrupt
He killed his captain's daughter
Before they blew him up
Hard times are these, my friends
Hard times, indeed
Lightning struck the Vatican
The chimney smoke blew black
The Pope had run away, and they
Were trying to get him back
Hard times are these, my friends
Hard times, indeed
Maybe I am trying to hard
To read between the lines
Are asteroids and meteors
Exploding warning signs?
Hard times are these, my friends
Hard times, indeed
The Mayans made a prophecy
When the end'd at last occur
Instead we got the usual:
A schoolhouse massacre.
Hard times, indeed
His department was corrupt
He killed his captain's daughter
Before they blew him up
Hard times, indeed
The chimney smoke blew black
The Pope had run away, and they
Were trying to get him back
Hard times, indeed
To read between the lines
Are asteroids and meteors
Exploding warning signs?
Hard times, indeed
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