Sign of the Times
I feel like I'm living in a lottery
Everybody thinks the winning ticket's in their pocket Oh it's gotta be
Give it up, Give it up, Give me what I need
I feel like a 22nd century spiritual leader
Bite the hand that feeds her little miseries
Check my antidepressant A to Z
Give me a break, another ache, I can't pay one more dollar
For another glass hammer with your name engraved
I wanna take, I wanna take
Take it all for taking's sake
Give up your sins today
When all is said and done
Bad luck's a factor but you can't keep starting back at square one
I'll take your hand if it helps
'Less there's somebody else in your shrines
It's just a sign of the times
Can't stop cutting letters out of magazines
Take my body ransom
Tell me that I'm handsome in your fantasies
Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you see
I'm stuck in a panic-stricken tragedy
Started with a siren
Starter pistol firin' at the limousine
I'm bulletproof as any truth you're telling me
Go ahead - Pull the plug - Let go
Give up your sins today
When all is said and done
Bad luck's a factor but you can't keep starting back at square one
I'll take your hand if it helps
'Less there's somebody else in your shrines
It's just a sign of the times
It's a sign of the end of fucking times
Everybody thinks the winning ticket's in their pocket Oh it's gotta be
Give it up, Give it up, Give me what I need
I feel like a 22nd century spiritual leader
Bite the hand that feeds her little miseries
Check my antidepressant A to Z
Give me a break, another ache, I can't pay one more dollar
For another glass hammer with your name engraved
I wanna take, I wanna take
Take it all for taking's sake
Give up your sins today
When all is said and done
Bad luck's a factor but you can't keep starting back at square one
I'll take your hand if it helps
'Less there's somebody else in your shrines
It's just a sign of the times
Can't stop cutting letters out of magazines
Take my body ransom
Tell me that I'm handsome in your fantasies
Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you see
I'm stuck in a panic-stricken tragedy
Started with a siren
Starter pistol firin' at the limousine
I'm bulletproof as any truth you're telling me
Go ahead - Pull the plug - Let go
Give up your sins today
When all is said and done
Bad luck's a factor but you can't keep starting back at square one
I'll take your hand if it helps
'Less there's somebody else in your shrines
It's just a sign of the times
It's a sign of the end of fucking times
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Writer(s): Lorcan Macken
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