About time for anyone
Telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
I get mine and make no excuses
Waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone
Love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up
You gotta let go
You'll never be loved
Till you've made your own,
You gotta face up
You gotta get yours
You never know the top
Till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a I'm so sorry
No lies and no deceiving, man is what he loves
I keep tryin' to conceive
That death is from above
No time