Comes a time it's all been stripped away Comes a time when it's time to take a good long look and walk away Comes a time to lose yourself in song When survival's the game you play but you're barely just holding on Maybe it's yours Maybe it's mine Same flesh and blood Same crooked line Backside of the backbeat Yeah doin' time If my walls are crumbling can I set a spell
If you fashion up the foundation it's all just shot to hell And my blueprints are really so suspect With my phone line good and twisted ragged measurements Comes a time to let the whole thing go Comes a time when you realize we've all been bought and sold Yeah beat up cut down turned out of your game Hey money moves the lips where once the spirit was untamed