SO THIN

The Time has come to talk of waste to, talk of tears and how they taste
Of how theyīve burned their empty eyes, of how the heart slowly dies.
Thereīs not much fire, not much flame, no single place to hang the blame.
Time closes doors on memories of future plans crushed hungrily

  & itīs coming around again, they say itīs history
  Yet no one can explain why they have to be....so thin

The time has come to face the greed of puppet kings & demon seeds,
Who use the gun & iron glove, whoīve never cared, much less loved

  & itīs coming around again, they say itīs history
  Yet no one can explain why they have to be....so thin
  The rag & bone parade, they say itīs history
  Still no one can explain why they have to be....so thin


Words: Herbie Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission