The More It Changes (2018 Remaster) - The Legendary Pink Dots

Fifteen stories high

The black curtains drawn

And the sun is just

A brat that spits then

Goes away

The tv chatters there's

A pile of letters lying on

The mats

Reminders and bills they smell of cats

Three starving cats

Who chase each others shadows

Curl up on him overnight

They're scratching him

They're biting

Him

But he lost the will to fights

And he lost

The will to move

Simply lost the will to move

It's been a month

Will be another

'Til they're busting

Down the door

And carry him away

And strip him clean and lock

Him in a padded box

Some fifteen stories high

Where the sun is

Just a brat that spits then

Goes away

I feel the more it changes

The more it stays the same

I feel the more it changes

The more it stays the same

I feel the more it changes

The more it stays the same