G            Em            C        G
Come gather round skeptics, wherever you roam
       G        Em      C          D
Cuz it seems ideology's taken it's toll
         G         Em          C          G
Now that diverse opinions give way to control
        G          Am         D
And the words that we are exchanging
   D                       G            D
Imply we should all simply stick to our roles
        G          C       D  G
But the times they are a changing

[Verse 2]
      G          Em            C        G
White protesters speaking with pride on behalf
   G            Em         C            D
Of people who's pigment is used to distract
         G   Em       C      G
From the unbelievably ironic fact
      G             Am         D
These righteous protesters are racists
       D                             G               D
If you look in that mirror you won't like what looks back
        G          C       D  G
Cuz the times they are a changing

[Verse 3]
G       Em         C    G
Women infantilized everyday
    G          Em          C         D
But not by the men who the feminists blame
      G            Em         C          G
But instead by the motto that constantly claims
     G    Am        D
"The patriarchy is raging"
   D                    G              D
Oh suddenly I guess the draft ain't so great
        G           C       D  G
Cuz the times, they are a changing

[Verse 4]
G              Em            C           G
Right wing and left wing now on the same side
   G             Em              C         D
To fight against those who would rather decide
          G          Em   C            G
That it's only their opinions that are right
    G           Am         D
Our differences we are embracing
    D                            G             D
The lines have been redrawn here for the first time
        G          C       D  G
And the times they are a changing

[Verse 5]
G            Em          C             G
Journalists, or should I just call you crooks
    G            Em         C              D
You peddled your oil for perceived greater goods
        G           Em         C           G
But our lives ain't decided by cults or by books
     G          Am           D
Your regressive shackles are fading
     D                              G           D
Your righteous indignation's just a new fangled hood
        G          C       D  G
Oh, the times they are a changing