Well if it ain´t your time to go
Then you´d better stay put for now
Cuz everybody´s gotta do their time until it´s time
And if it ain´t broken, then break it

And say you knew me way back when
When fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
Well i could hang up my single
Out by the side of the road
And try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
Like a driftwood in the night
That was washed up by the light
Of the moon that bleached my bones
That sent me to the pile
Mustard in your smile
Lend a hand on the radio dial
And the breezes of the seasons
Have blown us back to hell
It´s a stolen telephone
That i dialed blind and alone
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul

Now the deserts are in flames
And the bandages are the same
And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels
And if it ain´t your time to go
Then you´d better stay put for now
Cuz anybody gotta put their hand
Upon the hand of the clock
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt