Your cardboard houses And your tin can cars You sit and you wonder Wonder where you are Your diamond rings They all look the same You sit and you wonder You wonder who too blame? Who's to blame? You're in the frame now With your canned cough medicine And your wonder d** Youve got more cures Than you got sickness of Cancer: cancer of the mind Got an escape key on my neck Got a million dollars in each shoe Got a million million million friends Don't give a damn which way they choose It'd take a fool to sing the blues It takes a fool to sing the blues Fallen on sad times But those are all gone So have those mad times But now it's gone Come on The time is today The time is the flood The time is the past The time is the future The time is the future It's the future It's the future... And now And now Now now... Brown cow?