| Time — He’s waiting in the wings |
| He speaks of senseless things |
| His script is you and me boys |
| Time — He flexes like a whore |
| Falls wanking to the floor |
| His trick is you and me, boy |
| Time — In Quaaludes and red wine |
| Demanding Billy Dolls |
| And other friends of mine |
| Take your time |
| The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain |
| Incestuous and vain, |
| and many other last names |
| I look at my watch it say 9: 25 and I think |
| «Oh God I’m still alive» |
| We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You — are not a victim |
| You — just scream with boredom |
| You — are not evicting time |
| Chimes — Goddamn, you’re looking old |
| You’ll freeze and catch a cold |
| 'Cause you’ve left your coat behind |
| Take your time |
| Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful |
| I had so many dreams, |
| I had so many breakthroughs |
| But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you |
| dreamless |
| The door to dreams was closed. |
| Your park was real dreamless |
| Perhaps you’re smiling now, |
| smiling through this darkness |
| But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming |
| We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Yeah, time! |