There was a dry goods storenA flower shopnA barber with no nosenOne alcoholic copnA beauty parlornWhere they sit in chrome chairsnSmells like they burned some poor ladies hairnThere were toys in the windown5 and dimenlittle girl staringnlittle boys whinenhalf the toys in the window of the 5 and DimennThings change nThey change a lotnThings changenThey grow cold they grow hotnAnd if looking back that’s all you gotnIt don’t matter anywaynnThose same little girls go to work in those storesnThose same little boys they went away to warsnAnd when they came homenAll the jobs gone awaynBack to the places where they fought so far awaynnThings change, they change a lotnThings changenThey grow cold, they grow hotnAnd looking back if that’s all you got nIt don’t matter anywaynnThere was a dry goods storenA flower shopnA barber with no nosenThere was one drunk copnA beauty parlornWhere they sit in chrome chairsnTheyd hide beneath the dryersnThey just sit therenThey starennThings changenThey change a lotnThings changenThey grow cold they grow hotnAnd if looking back that’s all you gotnThey don’t matter anywaynAnd if looking back that’s all you got…n