Verse 1
Time for rain,
A deluge of pain,
A wanton act of disdain.
Fairground ride,
A matter of pride,
Tempting good men to hide.
Verse 2
Starting gun,
The deadliest fun,
A broken time has begun.
Salad days,
Mysterious ways,
Holding back the malaise.
Chorus
There’s a right time to stand,
And raise up your hand.
Holding on to something,
Don’t just sing with the band.
There’s a good time to cry,
And smother a lie.
Not knowing which way to die.
Verse 3
Raise a smile,
Don’t run a mile,
Stop to know us a while.
We’re all the same,
The fear and the shame,
It’s not the difference to blame.