Men doing men thing times
chewing candy and tabacco lines
drinkin heart puned pints
tossing nickels and dimes

They're lookin for an exit signs
They're lookin for a lucky night
the darken and boring rhymes
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 rhymes
well face it were living in war times

Lets cry about you
lets cry about you, you cant
cry about you

Don't be embarrassed
I won't laugh at you

The river flows north and wines
traveling south you head wind time
the passers by are not kind
but the sky is sublime

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah