From the recording The Book Of Zephaniah
Lyrics
So you sold your time
And now your soul's mighty hard to find
You're thinking that trouble's just a state of mind, well buddy, you're right
But you're out of time
Oh, and it ain't real
When they say you gotta make a deal
You don't gotta get down and kneel, it just ain't right
To be so blind
You're like a dog who comes every time they call
But who is gonna catch you when you fall?
It ain't you
You keep on doing the things you do
You keep on filling up your shoes
With a man
Who sold his time
I hear the gambler moan
'Cause he's heard it all before
Every deal and every throw, he bets it all
But he takes his time
So don't lose your sense
Everybody gets the same old test
Nobody gonna cheat ol' death, you'll get your rest
Don't waste your time
You're walking on a line that's infinitely thin
Flashing like a feather in the wind
It ain't you
You're far too good to play the fool
You better get yourself out soon
Before you find
You sold your time