Castle-Time
CHRIS GARNEAU
Men doing men thing times
Chewing candy and tabacco lines
Drinkin heart puned pints
Tossing nikels and dimes
Their lookin for an exit signs
Their lookin for a lucky night
The darken and boring ryhmes
Damn their keeping up old times
My teacher died, even the frying pan cried,
Rain fell slowly according to caslte-time,
I was only nine
I lookin for an exit signs
I was lookin for a lucky night
And my darken and boring ryhmes
Well face it were living in war times
Lets cry about you
Lets cry about you, you can't
Cry about you
Don't be embaressed
I'won't laugh at you
The river flows north and wines
Travelling south you head wind time
The passers by are not kind
But the sky is sublime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah