In France a skinny man,
Died of a big disease with a litte name.
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle,
And soon she did the same.
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys,
And their idea of fun,
Is being in a gang called The Disciples,
High on crack, totin' a machine gun.

Time. Time.

Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling off a church,
And killed everyone inside.
You turn on the telly and every other story,
Is tellin' you somebody died.
Sister killed her baby 'cuz she could affort to feed it,
And we're sending people to the moon.
In September my cousin tried Reefer for the very first time,
Now he's doing Horse, it's June.

Time. Time.

It's silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes,
And everybody still wants to fly.
Some say a man ain't happy,
Unless a man truly dies.
Oh why?

Time. Time.

Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly,
Neighbours just shine it on.
But if a night falls and a bomb falls,
Will anybody see the dawn?

Time. Time.

It's silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes,
And everybody still wants to fly.
Some say a man ain't happy,
Unless a man truly dies.
Oh why?

Time. Time.

Sign o' the times mess with your mind,
Hurry before it's too late.
Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby,
We'll call him Hate...if it's a boy.

Time. Times.

Time. Time.