Things Have Changed Lyrics

A crowded room's a poor man's fridge.
You're a boxer who wants to live.
The kind of things that still remain,
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.

We read maps and slept in dreams.
Grooms now laugh at what they'd been.
Though some things will always stain,
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.

Got an appetite for clouds and stars,
we buy happiness over seedy bars.
Trade a parachute for a paper-plane?
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.

Carry love with weakened bones,
treasured light that sinks like stones.
I'd run away but now I'm chained,
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.

Well, well, well...
If you want a fire, you gotta burn some wood,
The blind mind forgives what the deaf man should.
Don't think too much, or you'll go insane,
Good lord, good lord! How things have changed.

Got an appetite for clouds and stars,
We buy happiness over seedy bars.
Trade a parachute for a paper-plane,
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.

Well,
Please don't think so much, or you'll go insane.
Good lord, good lord, how things have changed.


Ben's Monologue:
During the 80's, there was an old man in Sydney, named Jack.
He ran a funeral parlour with his wife, Maria.
Jack was missing half his left thumb
and his favourite band was "The Grateful Dead".

They claimed to sell the best 'wooden coats' in town,
coming in shades of licorice black, chocolate brown or strawberry red.
These one-bedroom apartments came fully furnished,
and had the best air-con systems in the country installed.

But tragedy would usually call for a celebration from Jack and Maria,
'cause it would mean that they could afford to have a couple of extra 'karate-lessons' per week.
If business was ever slow, they'd invite their friends over for dinner,
where dessert would usually be a toffee-apple, pregnant with a razor-blade.

And on commercial radio, you could hear their jingle,
convincing the city that they were the best in the tourism industry:
"Well, just one look,
you'll be frothin'.
Don't need to catch a cold,
get yourself a good coffin!"