Like the last granules of sand, these are days a' wastin'! Grease monkey on a bridge knows the password, knows which way to go. Cold junkie on a ledge holds his heart, contemplates the jump. Warm body on a bed flushes away the fears, regroups for tomorrow. A hothead gathers steam, she knows there's a train a' comin'. Sands a' slippin' the tides washing you away. Everyone had a laugh and a drink. Let's take roll and see who all is left. Let's take a pulse and see who is live and who is dead. Impulse says to make a plan, I've got plans to act on impulse! With a hammer to the porcelain god on the mantle who never answers prayers. With a hammer to the skull who never knows an answer. Slippin' away yesterday was the day I've spoken of.
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