Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Time to Play, artist - Swingin Utters. Album song A Juvenile Product of the Working Class, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.09.1996
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
No Time to Play |
They’ve laid to rest mortality, blessed themselves with immorality |
Gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrily |
I’d beg and plead if it made sense to me, if I thought it’d make a difference |
To quit is to lose, so I suppose I’m conceding defeat from weariness |
They say, «no time to play, you cannot stay, appreciate the mess I’ve made» |
Then they turn their backs and walk away |
I’ve seen the young bystanders get shown the view from their watchtowers |
And with their stealth and stench transform these tykes into another great lot |
of admirers |
I don’t blame traders ah, how ignorance is bliss |
It’s so fucking easy to be bought and sold when you’re a young and stupid kid |