Good Old Days Good Old Days

© 1979-1999 Quinn

Back in the good old days
Back in the good old days
Never stays, never the same
Like back in the good old days

All your dreams and ambitions
Thwarted by cement pylons
Screaming daughters screaming sons
All your dreams are gone quite gone
gone quite gone
gone quite gone

In your mind there's a vision of a happy world
Sitting by the fire never cold
simple enough for a fool to hold
You're an idiot, but you've never been told
you've never been told
you've never been told

Mind of an idiot, full of happy memories
Mind of an idiot, so easy to please
Memories that never were turned into realities
Mind of the idiot, so east to please
so east to please
so east to please