Nelson-Hunter No time left to f** around, my resume is due My name is written in the sand alongside the likes of you I got no time to hug the ground, discuss what might be true At least you smoke my favorite brand, most good people do When the bullet left the gun Ain't no time left to duck Do not ask what must be done Get in and drive the truck Can't be heard above the band, let's head outside and talk I'll take you by the hand to the place they call Hanging Rock It used to be the hanging tree till someone chopped it down They built themselves a rockery on consecrated ground When the bullet left the gun Ain't no time left to duck Do not ask what must be done Get in and drive the truck Adam and Eve they blacked my eye, climbed up the backyard fence One of them was born to die, the rest claimed self-defence No time left to learn the ropes or mop no runny noses Share a feast of shattered hopes, no time to smell the roses Put your foot down on the gas and catch those funny cars Take a left-turn at my a** and head home to the stars When the bullets left the gun Ain't no time left to duck Do not ask what must be done Just get up and drive the truck No time left to f** around, my resume is due My name is written in the sand alongside the likes of you I got no time to hug the ground, discuss what might be true At least you smoke my favorite brand, most good people do When the bullet left the gun Ain't no time left to duck Do not ask what must be done Get in and drive the truck