The Time of Your Life
The time of your life, is not just a phrase
It's the best of times, not to be hazed
So if you squander, your time, while meeting demands
Your life will be, it's fleeting
It's rings of sands, that stick to your hands
The idea of working for a living
What an hypocrisy
And even offensive to me
When my time, is my life
And you're stealing it from me
When I was fresh through, it's set up to school
The golden rule
More concerned about how you treat people
While you're stealing my life
Like grapes in a vineyard
Basking in the sun
Waiting for the day that you'll be stomped
And turn into one
Drink of wine
My life is on the line
I'm just a beginner, yet I'm labeled a sinner
I'm not a pretender
I solicit a vendor
To steal us, our souls
You're selling your goals
In charge of the foe
Also I'm told
We get rewarded
For reaching our goals
With no regard for innocent souls
We do as we're told
Illegal
Is just a bird
Illegal
Is just a word
You cast me low, though I be regal
Yet I soar high
Just like the eagle
Cause I be regal
Hunters and gatherers
Is how we begun
Until we got sedentary
And then the wars begun
Then we got farmers
And a merchant class
Aristocracy
They took over fast
The next thing we know
There's a struggle
They call it a class struggle
But the struggle's just the same
A war of any other name
Just couldn't quite be the same
And now we're here
In a time of
Capitalism
And money usury
Look like the merchant class won
And it's not like it used to be
Now you're into modern slavery
They call it working for a living
When in reality it's just your time to give
And isn't that what life is all about
Time
So if you're giving your time
To reach goals
Set by the stealers of souls
Then you really
Don't understand
You misunderstood what you've been told
Yeah
The time of your life is not just a phrase
It's the best of times
Not to be hazed
So if you squander your time
While meeting demands
Your life will be fleeting
Just as grains of sand
Slip through your hands
The idea of working for a living
The idea of working for a living
Full of
Hypocrisy
And even offensive to me
When it's my life
And time
That you're stealing from me
It's the best of times, not to be hazed
So if you squander, your time, while meeting demands
Your life will be, it's fleeting
It's rings of sands, that stick to your hands
The idea of working for a living
What an hypocrisy
And even offensive to me
When my time, is my life
And you're stealing it from me
When I was fresh through, it's set up to school
The golden rule
More concerned about how you treat people
While you're stealing my life
Like grapes in a vineyard
Basking in the sun
Waiting for the day that you'll be stomped
And turn into one
Drink of wine
My life is on the line
I'm just a beginner, yet I'm labeled a sinner
I'm not a pretender
I solicit a vendor
To steal us, our souls
You're selling your goals
In charge of the foe
Also I'm told
We get rewarded
For reaching our goals
With no regard for innocent souls
We do as we're told
Illegal
Is just a bird
Illegal
Is just a word
You cast me low, though I be regal
Yet I soar high
Just like the eagle
Cause I be regal
Hunters and gatherers
Is how we begun
Until we got sedentary
And then the wars begun
Then we got farmers
And a merchant class
Aristocracy
They took over fast
The next thing we know
There's a struggle
They call it a class struggle
But the struggle's just the same
A war of any other name
Just couldn't quite be the same
And now we're here
In a time of
Capitalism
And money usury
Look like the merchant class won
And it's not like it used to be
Now you're into modern slavery
They call it working for a living
When in reality it's just your time to give
And isn't that what life is all about
Time
So if you're giving your time
To reach goals
Set by the stealers of souls
Then you really
Don't understand
You misunderstood what you've been told
Yeah
The time of your life is not just a phrase
It's the best of times
Not to be hazed
So if you squander your time
While meeting demands
Your life will be fleeting
Just as grains of sand
Slip through your hands
The idea of working for a living
The idea of working for a living
Full of
Hypocrisy
And even offensive to me
When it's my life
And time
That you're stealing from me
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Writer(s): Fred Wright
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