Too many rifles at your head
Too many lives from which you've fled
Too many stains in your bed
Too many wounds that never bled
Too many tears still to be shed
Too many reason to be dead Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down
Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Too many things you shouldn't have said
Can't see a clearing up ahead
This silly mess that you're in
Will all the time be deepening Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down
Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down