Men doing men-thing times
chewing candy and tobacco lines
drinking Harpoon pints
tossing nickels and dimes
They're looking for an exit signs
they're looking for a lucky night
they're talking in boring rhymes
damn they're keeping up old times
My teacher died, even the frying pan cried,
rain fell slow according to castle-time,
I was only nine
I was looking for an exit signs
I was lookin for lucky nines
am I talking in boring rhymes?
face it we're living in war times
Let's cry about it
let's cry about it, you can
cry about it
Don't be embarrassed
I won't laugh at you
The river flows north and winds
traveling south you hit wind-time
the passers-by are not kind
but the sky is sublime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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