Men doing men-thing times chewing candy and tobacco lines drinking Harpoon pints tossing nickels and dimes They're looking for an exit signs they're looking for a lucky night they're talking in boring rhymes damn they're keeping up old times My teacher died, even the frying pan cried, rain fell slow according to castle-time, I was only nine I was looking for an exit signs
I was lookin for lucky nines am I talking in boring rhymes? face it we're living in war times Let's cry about it let's cry about it, you can cry about it Don't be embarra**ed I won't laugh at you The river flows north and winds traveling south you hit wind-time the pa**ers-by are not kind but the sky is sublime Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah