Blue, red, green, yellow
Blue, red, green, yellow
I saw you stand above the crowd
False prophet with a gun
You dove into their arms
Illuminated by the stars
The crowd became a gun
They welded to your sorrow
Speaking in tongues
The music rattled on and on
A church not built of brick and mortar
I made a cold confession
The velvet curtain closes
Creeping like a nun
A narcoleptic shaman
Jim Jones in his bandana
Handing out the coals
To all the wayward sons
And all the faithful daughters
Every time you left your way
Shaking hands and taking names
Looking for someone to blame
(It's my time)
Flush the monkey down the drain
(It's my time)
Whistler blowers on the run
(It's my time)
Future's here and now it's gone
(It's my time)
All the stories never spoken
(It's my time)
And the winds keep blowing
Blue, red, green, yellow
Blue, red, green, yellow
And when he stared into the mirror
He only saw a shadow
Void of all description
His eyes rolled back into their sockets
Losing all direction
Weighed down by an anchor
Longing to be lifted
Longing to be held
In their arms
Everybody works today
Everybody's getting paid
Everybody's on the take
You gotta pay to play
(It's my time)
I'm gonna take my fill tonight
(It's my time)
Shake it till I see the light
(It's my time)
Take a bullet to the brain
(It's my time)
Flush the monkey down the drain
(It's my time)
Every time you left your way
(It's my time)
Shaking hands and taking names
(It's my time)
Looking for someone to blame
(It's my time)
Flush the monkey down the drain
(It's my time)
Whistler blowers on the run
(It's my time)
Future's here and now it's gone
(It's my time)
All the stories never spoken
(It's my time)
And the winds keep blowing
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