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