THE BOBBY LEES - Strange Days Lyrics

Strange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadIt's a Murakami dreamWe’ll light a trash can fire, burn your memoryIt's a Murakami dreamTake every telephone and smash in every TV screenThey say there's war at handWhat’s the use of cryin' if it is the end?They say there's war at handWell, me and Henry don't mind, we'll work until the endBack on the landBack on thе farm, workin' 'til the sun has setThey say thеre's war at handWell, me and Henry don’t mind, we’ll dance until we're deadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadIt’s a Murakami dreamWe'll light a trash can fire, burn your memoryIt's a Murakami dreamTake every telephone and smash in every TV screenBack on the landBack on the farm, workin' ’til the sun has setThey say there's war at handWhat's the use of cryin' if it is the end?Strange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadIt's a Murakami dreamWe'll light a trash can fire, burn your memoryIt's a Murakami dreamTake every telephone, smash in every TVIt's a Murakami dreamWe'll light a trash can fire, burn your memoryIt's a Murakami dreamTake every telephone and smash in every TV screenStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days aheadStrange daysStranger days ahead