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See the old man acting like a fool
He's running from the ambulance
When he was a youngster he broke all the rules –
Oh, now he says that was just accident
Always had the feeling he was going to die young
So now he feels repentant;
But the judge was progressive and the jury was hung
He got a suspended sentence
So he ran from his future, he ran from his past
He ran from the desert of the hour-gla**
But the hands of time are a rising flood
And he's swamped by the wave

His arms go limp by his side
He only came for the ride
He thought he'd hold back the tide
Canute

One eye on the main chance and one eye on the clock
Oh, when did his brain go?
And when does a veteran get to be a crock...
No gold at the end of this rainbow!
He always boxed clever with his shadowy hopes
Oh, but now he's in trouble with his back on the ropes
And the hands of time are bunched into fists:
And he's out for the Count

The sword has sunk in the lake
And now he's watching dawn break
And now he waits for the stake
Dracul

This boy's a fool
This fool a man
All men are ruled
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand
By the second hand

[Instrumental Outro]

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