Dinosaur - Yves Klein Blue

Oh, ejected from the venue at a quarter to 4

Lord I swear this time next year it’s gonna be 1984

Yes and I’ve been very busy getting drunk with my friends

All hung up by my purse strings, hung my head in the sand

Yeah, you can imagine my surprise

Everybody’s very concerned about the weather

The front page is found on the back of the paper

And though it seems ridiculous, I just don’t think risking it would be very

clever

God only knows if that’s all true

But you better choose the right thing to do

Just being young don’t make it cool

Just playing dumb won’t get us through

Ah yeah, flicked the switch to dial in a quarter to 6

And it didn’t tell me lies, in fact it didn’t tell me shit

Woah, the upwardly mobile in a state of confusion

Oh it seems the more they provide the more bleak the future

Oh well

Well God, everybody’s very concerned about the weather

We all prepare to hibernate down at the burger joint

And though it seems ridiculous, I just don’t think risking it would be very

clever

God only knows if that’s all true

But you better choose the right thing to do

Just being young don’t make it cool

Just playing dumb won’t get us through

The higher the tide, the higher the stakes

The higher the price, the more time we waste

Just remember that smirk on your own face

Saying none of the dinosaurs remain

Oh Nostradamus and Noam Chomsky got together

But none of their predictions have come true, huh?

Well they say it’s fine but there’s no oil in the well

And that’s a sign that if they’re lying, we’ve only fucked ourselves

Oh, what’s the point of trying to make it better

When there’s no proof anything will improve?

We can’t afford it, you’re right, but what’d you want to go on for?

We can’t afford the gas in our cars

Well God only knows if that’s all true

But you better choose the right thing to do

Just being young don’t make it cool

Just playing dumb won’t get us through

The higher the tide, the higher the stakes

The higher the price, the more time we waste

Just remember that smirk on your own face

Or we’ll be the dinosaurs someday

All right