Modern Times (Live)

It seems strange to write about these things now 
But the time has probably come when we should 
Accept whatever is past and gone and never will return
Looking back to the beginning 
I see a flood of painful memories 
And the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeat
We set out with our heads held high 
So sure our ground, our righteousness 
The new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truth
But in the end we surrendered easily 
It's no use pretending otherwise
Well most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerve 

Well, some of us made an easy peace and moved into the Brave New World 
It's hard for the true believers to look back now and realize
That for many of the crowd it was just the fashion, the cause of the moment
Well we if anyone should know that you can look pretty dumb
Standing in last year's clothes
And some of us, shell-shocked still, ran for shelter and do the rituals 
The same old way pretending that someone out there cares
And some of us live in the modern world
We give unto Caesar what is due 
And harbor the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revenge 

Now nothing you see out there is real
It matters not what you believe in
It matters less what you say but only what you are 
It matters what you are
It matters what you are