Hard Time Lyrics

Hard time

Preparation complete

I want every piece of my Pontiac

So digital

At dinner I was on one

Cereal of labor

In the output

Putting up with elements

Power through power lines

Power through power lines

If I ain't stuck in luck trance my hate create

To the long dead gone head and heart

My fate relate

Hard time

Now I've spent too long in the mix

How about some nice song

To set my ceiling within inch of itch

Attempt to define the word tragedy

A murmur when I speak

And there's no book to look for strategy

That's very sweet

It's like ice cream isn't it

The way you end my day

I'm not a God

But I knew someone who was

And we don't talk anymore

And if we do it's not my fault

Fly your flag

I set the sign too high

For the passing flyer to find it

I set the sign too high

For the passing flyer to find it