Last Years Troubles - Suzanne Vega
Last year's troubles are so old fashioned
The robber on the highway
the pirate on the seas
Maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining
The earrings
and swashbuckling blouses that please
Here we have heroes of times
that have passed now
But nobody these days has
that kind of chin
Over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue
You can hardly tell them
from the petticoats of sin
Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles
Look at all the waifs
of Dickensian England
Why is it their suffering is more picturesque?
Must because
their rags are so very Victorian
The ones here at home
just don't give it their best
Last years troubles
they shine up so prettily
They gleam with a luster, they don't have today
'Cause here it's just dirty
and violent and troubling
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Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles
Trouble is still trouble and evil still evil
Sometimes we wonder is
there more now, or less?
If we had a tool or
could tally the handfulls
Measure for measure
it's the same would be my guess
Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles
Last year's troubles
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