Men doing men-thing times
Chewing candy and tobacco lines
Drinking Harpoon pints
Tossing nickels and dimes

They're looking for an exit signs
They're looking for a lucky night
They're talking in boring rhymes
Damn they're keeping up old times

My teacher died, even the frying pan cried
Rain fell slow according to castle-time
I was only nine

I was looking for an exit signs
I was lookin for lucky nines
Am I talking in boring rhymes?
Face it we're living in war times

Let's cry about it
Let's cry about it, you can
Cry about it

Don't be embarrassed
I won't laugh at you
The river flows north and winds
Traveling south you hit wind-time
The passers-by are not kind
But the sky is sublime

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah