Way Back When - Donna the Buffalo

Straight for the Emperor casting nets

Fishin' for a rare moment in the sun

Soaked collapse capturing the fresh dew

Unmolested by semi-realized future flu

Kiss me now before I gain the will to stop

Unmolested by promise flop

Greasy hands are steppin' near

Assuring that's the way that it's done around here

Yearn for fresh air that hasn't been breathed

By various accountants on the left coast

Parasitic sucking by those who have sucked the most

These could be some of the ways that you feel

When charged with keeping it real

But every now and then

It's the way it was

Way back when

Way back when

This Empire looks ripe for collapse

Everybody's got the cart in front of the horse

Must have started with a love of some kind

Sent in a direction that was way too hard to find

But I hate to draw too many conclusions

When steeped in such a strange solution

But every now and then

It's the way it was

Way back when

Way back when

Way back when

Way back when

But every now and then

It's the way it was

Way back when

Way back when

Way back when

Way back when

But every now and then

It's the way it was

Way back when