Suzanne Vega — Last Years Troubles

[Chorus] Last year's troubles Last year's troubles [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Last year's troubles Last year's troubles [Verse 3] Look at all the waifs of Dickensian England Why is it their suffering is more picturesque? Must be 'cause their rags are so very Victorian The ones here at home just don't give it their best [Verse 3] 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 Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera [Chorus] Last year's troubles Last year's troubles [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 4] Trouble is still trouble and evil is still evil Sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less? But if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess [Chorus] Last year's troubles Last year's troubles [Instrumental Outro] [Chorus] Last year's troubles Last year's troubles