Death (protopunk band)
The Times
[Verse:]
Settling down, like the end of summer
Being around, all that you discover
It's time, to mend or heartaches
I'm looking around,I hope it’s not too late
You can’t complaining of what things use to be
No one protects the call of destiny
Let me flow, you don't have no worries
Let me go, and you don't have to hurry
The time, is not the factor
The faith, is our reactor
You can’t complaining of what things use to be
No one protects the call of destiny
The time
Setting the stage, for the final scene now
World in a rage, and it's so clear to see now
The times, what do they tell you
What will define, and what must we do
You can’t complaining of what things use to be
No one protects the call of destiny
Time, the times [x2]