Every day is like the last
The same routine, the same old news
The same old past, same black and blues
Still somewhere else, people die
The same routine, the same old dance
People are crying for a second chance
How can this be?
How were we too blind to see?
How is it so?
They just don't know
But let me be the first to say
I told you so, so end this play
Every day nothing is done
The same routine, the same old fame
You've had your fun, it's all a game
What goes around comes around
You've run your ship aground
No one will bail you out.
So now I shout.
I. Told. You. So.