Letra da Música Killing Time de Stratford Mercenaries

Another day of judgement, of woe and bitter grief - "cup of tea my darling"? life sometimes seems so sweet. The world just keeps on turning at the same indifferent pace. dare to step outside your door, there's tears on every face. Pushing past the bodies of the people in your way. Evangelist on the corner screaming "God is here to stay" the punters wait in anxious expectation for that time and you close your eyes against the fear that you support the crime. Of wasting time / wasting life / killing time / playing with fire. A thousand blue lights flicker as a nation settles back to watch others doing pointless things that never get attacked a thousand headlights shimmer on a thousand pointless streets and you stand and cry into the night, desolation is complete. People pass you in the streets, their eyes all turned away, pressed as close as lovers, then swept upon their way. Everybody seems to know exactly where they'll go but there's no point in asking why, cause you don't feel like going home. When you're killing time / wasting life / wasting time / playing with fire. All across this lonely night, people search out fun, you're looking for some answers, but never can find one. Lovers in a single room try hard to make ends meet, too much slap and tickle but they won't accept defeat. Fly-blown clock on the dripping wall counts down to loves extinction, eyes shine with adrenalin as the heart beats to conviction that attitudes will somehow change but it all seems much the same and fingers curl into a fist you don't feel another's pain. When you're killing time / wasting life / killing time / playing with fire.