the times are all wrong
they're at it again
carts before horses
fish before men
the lines have been drawn
the question of when
is already answered
they're at it again
it has to be done
or what would have been
each of your wishes
you never would win
so try as you might
and maybe you'll sin
i'll do it for you
and now we begin
a plug in my throat
and the red in my eyes...
a time to be quick
and time to tell lies
so pack up your rags
so knot all your ties
we're going again
say all your goodbyes
