كلمات Don't Even Know Which Day It Is

I could fall down Would you stand me up It's not enough for you to say you love me Who's the lad who'd kill his dad For the sake of the right to belong To the new confusion I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is Do you trust in a world that turns about While another mother's sons are being borrowed Can you laugh aloud While you're crying inside For the years that you tried to belong To the old confusion I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is I don't want life in the company You are undone by the smell Of next week's savings I don't want God in the three-and-nines You're so fine You'll be ill from your own virtue I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is We're of the same opinion So hard to tell us apart We're at the foot of the future And it's kicking us up the past