The writings on the wall are unclear
I listen for the words and all I can hear
Are subtle whispers lingering
Im dead to you now

Held captive by our aching summer
Our naked bodies, yours pressed against mine
I rather sleep until December
At least by then some time will have passed by

Time will have passed by
Time will have passed
Bye

Coming in like Rambo (yah yah yah)
Trying to pay my mamas pension fast (yah yah)
Take her to the whip with the dash
For some pennies I could last
I just need my team and people
Gas up

Coming in like Rambo (yah yah yah)
Trying to pay my mamas pension fast (yah yah)
Take her to the whip with the dash
For some pennies I could last
I just need my team and people
Gas up