Lyrics:

What happened to the days
when people used to play
for the love of the game
now its just for fame

They won't last long
they will soon be gone

If only I was born
in 1894
I would'a seen a whole lot more
if I was born long before

They won't last long
they will soon be gone

When god looks down
I wonder if he frowns
on all these wicked towns
creating this fowl sound

But they won't last long
they will soon be gone
we will forget their songs
they will soon be gone