Times are changing and you'll soon have the power The weak before the strong will break down and cower Decrepit choices made for you and me Archaic ploys with no future there to see Selling arms to support the contras Runs the world just like the Costra Nostra Times are changing Rearranging Senile king Senile king And when you disagree and rally in protest Who will win this death-defying contest? Tables turning Bridges burning Senile king Senile king Will destroy The more I think about it, less sense of it I make They'll never pay for deeds made in aged haste No, instead they'll die high up in ivory towers But just how old will you be in your finest hour? Tides are shifting Sands are sifting