In the good old days 


You could do anything you wanted 


In the good old days 
There was brutality, Don’t complain.


In the good old days 
You would have been shot right on the spot 
For your descent towards my superior being
Take a look, see what I mean?


In the good old days
You could demean a man
Before falsely prosecuting him 


In the good old days
You could lie and get away with it 


In the good old days 
You could sweep your sins 
Right under the rug 
And blame your short comings 
On the structure of reality itself 


It seems those days are over 
Confined to the past 


But human beings are so depraved 
That I think we’ll meet again.