Bass Ackwards
Everything now is bass ackwards
Nothing is the same
Up is down, in is out
Early is now late
Where we end at the beginning
Right out the starting gate
Tomorrow is the day before
And the day before was yesterday
All that's left in what was right
Is not so clearly seen
What was once considered outside
Is now the in between
What used to pass for happy
Now comes off more than sad
And every day of the week
Is like a Wednesday night gone bad
We could talk about it
But what is there to say
When everything is bass ackwards
And it's sure to stay that way
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