Castle-Time

Men doing men-thing times Chewing candy and tobacco lines Drinkin heart puned pints Tossing nikels and dimes They're looking for exit signs They're looking for a lucky nine They're talking in boring ryhmes Damn their keeping up old times My teacher died Even the frying pan cried Rain fell slow according to caslte-time I was only nine I was looking for exit signs I was looking for lucky nines and my darken and boring ryhmes Well face it we're living in war times Let's cry about you Let's cry about it and you can't cry about you don't be embaressed I won't laugh at you The river flows north and winds Travelling south you head wind-time The passers-by are not kind but the sky is sublime yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah