Who is there to stand up for you When you can’t do it for yourself True, I tend to sell myself short In a futile effort to spread the wealth Nine in the morning all the way Until four fifty-nine Nine in the morning all the way Until four fifty-nine I have hours to k**, And I’ve got time to fill But no Tooth Like God’s Shoeshine In the end, is it worth it to be smote When the time is up, and so is this song We can only be Heroes for today We can only Lie In Our Graves for so long