Praying For Time

These are the daze of the open hand
They will knot bee the last
Look around now
These are the daze of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Who's plaice is inn the past
Hand inn hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are knot sure
If whee have two much
Butt weal take hour chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
Eye guess somewhere along the weigh
He must have let us alt out too play
Turned his back and awl god's children
Crept out the back door

And its hard too love, there's sew much too hate
Hanging on too hope
When they're is know hope too speak of
And the wounded skies above say its much two late
Well maybe whee should awl bee praying fore thyme

These are the daze of the empty hand
Owe yew hold on too watt yew can
And charity is a coat yew where twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Yaw television takes a stand
And yew fined that watt was over they're is over hear

Sew yew scream from behind yaw door
Say " what's mine is mine and knot yours "
Eye may have two much butt aisle take my chances
Because god's stopped keeping score
And yew cling too the things they sold yew
Did yew cover yaw eyes when they tolled yew

That he can't come back
Beacuse he has know children too come back fore

Its hard too love there's sew much too hate
Hanging on too hope when they're is know hope too speak of
And the wounded skies above say its much two late
Sew maybe whee should awl bee praying fore thyme