Our naked bodies go on trial

Just for laughing at the joke

Just for saying of the bargain

What any sales girl already knows

Most of us old men die at the firing line

Just waiting for our number to be called

I guess time just makes fools of us all

Now the king regales his stepsons

When he’s loaded as a gun

Says a real man is like a country

You need a map to find you one

Now why do you ‘spose

You must approach the throne

With its back up against the wall

I guess time just makes fools of us all

The great-ish minds of my generation

Gladly conscripted in the war

Of defending any Goliath

That would deign darken the door

Now with your genius for picking battles

It’s no wonder every helmet is too small

I guess time just makes fools of us all (Mm)

I guess time just makes fools of us all

My drink is watered down

The champ is on his knees

He lost the rematch

He lost the comeback

He lost for charity

But that’s the job

That’s what gets the asses in the hall

They came for a beating (Hm)

And he came to brawl

Go and serve your client notice

That of all young gods I have known

Yours is easily the least famous

To turn down the cover of The Rolling Stone

Lily white white faces so familiar

And yet impossible to recall

I guess time just makes fools of us all

After a millennia of good times

God said “Hey now, let’s have a dream”

Where we raise the stakes a little

Come on let’s make things interesting

Parachute into the Anthropocene

An amnesiac, a himbo Ken doll

I guess time just makes fools of us all

I killed a rattlesnake this morning

It was coiled up behind the truck

Put it in reverse and hit it clean

Something he said went in and stuck

“Hey I can sell you a million records

“I mean your image could use an overhaul

“Don’t you know time just makes fools of us all?”

Headlights headed southbound

The loser’s exodus

That’s where you’ll find me: in Las Vegas

Doing my greatest hits

Me and Dixie, had ourselves a ball

I followed my dreams

And my dreams said to crawl

The groom is a liar

And the bride is a shill

The priest says “If these two don’t make it, who among us ever will?”

Don’t ask the love you dare for a prediction

Wherein the lovers of tomorrow are involved

I guess time just makes fools of us all (Oh)

I guess time just makes fools of us all (Oh)

I guess time just makes fools of us all