D A G D
Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now
E G D A
Everybody's got to do their time until it's time
D A G D
And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when
E G D A
When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled
D A G D
I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road
E G D A
Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind
D A G D
Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light
E G D A
Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile
D A G D
Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial
E G D A
Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell
D A G D
It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone
E G D A
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
D A G D
Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same
E G D A
And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels
D A G D
Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now
E G D A D
'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock
A D A D
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt