February 14th, 1979

Turn your mother on her backside
Looking for a real juke box slammer
And your brain dead trick
Burn another hole into the
Arm of the brave
While your mind gets thick
Leave home and spit
In the face of the
Judgment that makes you sick
Run far, try to live your
Life too hard
Just to make the climb
Time will only bring you more time
And time was only made for you to see
You're holding on by rusty nails and
Tattered string so

Drink your wine, Valentine
Fall in line, feel, superfine

Standing on the inside lookin for a real
Graveyard digger is a royal bitch
And no matter how hard you try
You just can't, can't find your niche
Standin in the soup line
And your mind says
Oh, you're filthy rich
There's no one listening when you talk
Just to pass the time
Time will only nickel and dime
Time will bring you down
Time was only made for you to see
You're holdin on by rusty nails and
Tattered string so
(Repeat chorus)