Time Tells Time - Swingin Utters

Look through these empty eyes and past the desolation

In them is realized the drama of frustration

Taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension

On the glory of a working day is glory only to the boss man

And time will tell if time

Is standing by my side

And life will blink its eyes

As I work myself blind

We work ourselves in a blur of lust, liquor, and nostalgia

Tramp down the gravel on our streets like passive strikers

Take a pint of sins to wash away what should be guilty conscience

But guilt is somewhere far and away to shrug the system is how we like it

And time will tell if time

Is standing by my side

And life will blink its eyes

As I work myself blind

Look through these empty eyes and past the desolation

In them is realized the drama of frustration

Taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension

On the glory of a working day is glory only to the boss man

And time will tell if time

Is standing by my side

And life will blink its eyes

As I work myself blind