Letras:
The Queue Sign Of The Times

it mean to be a man Is it the size of your dick The blood on your hands I may not be perfect so never mind Like the newspapers say It's the sign of the times

, it's taste in your mouth And I think the time has come for me to spit it all out 'Cause at the end of the tunnel I see A dole-queue that's beckoning

choice Your five seconds worth of action that counts I mean that most sincerely voters Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time The next time being

under my tightly buttoned sleeves You couldn't be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind I have nowhere, I'll have time, there are no legible signs There are no legible signs

. We pray for souls in kentish town. A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well -- Pie in the sky. God of ages / lord of time -- mine

you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue

thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves You couldn?t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind I have no where I?ll have time There are no legible signs

And I still ready to shoot, you need proof? Show it any time F*ck a label, I never get signed! More time, N*ggas wanna leave me behind. Tell me to put

carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time