Was nothing 'round here.
There was no shops or lots.
But we got nothing to fear.
New thoughts and robots.
Back roads still the same.
Lord knows I'm still to blame.
Those old days, those old ways.
Toss them all in the flames.
Cause its all gonna change.
Boats will dive, cars will fly.
And its all pre-arranged.
Our tribal vibe of light.
Oh, the days of the Walkman.
We were all American fans.
Those old days, those old ways.
This land is our land.
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