The Time of Your Life
Fortune sells the tokens for emotions that we fake
Is the price they’re always asking the price you have to take?
Are you waking up each morning without a smile upon your face?
You can ride beneath the surface or dance on through the waves
This is the life you’re living no time to be a slave
Step out of line, and work it out, this fever burns but only for the brave
We’re all lifetimers caged within our rage,
No one gets to take a dive
We’re all highflyers grounded on the printed page,
No one gets out of here alive
Fortune sets in motion the thirsting that we slake
It is the price of freedom set by the enemy we face
Have you woken to the real world that’s just a fantasy we hate
We’re all lifetimers caged within our rage,
No one gets to take a dive
We’re all highflyers grounded on the printed page,
No one gets out of here alive
Words & Music David Bradley
Guitar, vocals and bass by DB
Recorded at Sciencebass 2014-05-09
Pocket watch photo adapted under CC from
http://www.flickr.com/photos/navalhistory/
