These Are the Days

These are the days. These are the days. Ooh. Everybody living in their own world. Everybody's king of their own kingdom. Everyone is living like an island of Self-denial. If we all are kings, then who do we Rule? If we all are gods, then who is Our subject? Yeah. Think about it. These are the days. Nobody wants to hear the truth. These are the days. Everybody thinks they're right. These are the days. Whoa. Then what do we do now that we All understand? The days. When you tell a little boy what he's doing Is wrong, he says that you're not being fair. Talk to a little girl, try to make sense Of what she's doing or how she got it Wrong. He says that you are denying her Of her freedom. How did we get here? Seems like nobody cares. If we all are kings, then who do we Rule? If we all are gods, then who is Our subject? Yeah. Think about it. These are the Days. Nobody wants to Hear the truth. These are the days. Everybody thinks they're right. These are days. Whoa. Then what do we do now that we All understand?