Men doing men thing times

Chewing candy and tabacco lines

Drinkin heart puned pints

Tossing nikels and dimes

Their lookin for an exit signs

Their lookin for a lucky night

The darken and boring ryhmes

Damn their keeping up old times

My teacher died even the frying pan cried

Rain fell slowly according to caslte-time

I was only nine

I lookin for an exit signs

I was lookin for a lucky night

And my darken and boring ryhmes

Well face it were living in war times

Lets cry about you

Lets cry about you you can't

Cry about you

Don't be embaressed

I'wont laugh at you

The river flows north and wines

Travelling south you head wind time

The passers by are not kind

But the sky is sublime

Yeah yeah yeah yeah