Here we go to church on Sunday mornin' Hangovers on 'em Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's like a poison Beer-soaked boots from the barroom floor It's perfume to a sinner, it's allurin' Prophet for the slums, prayer for the dark Barber straight razor blade, pocket watch Rings on every finger, sacrificial skin Story written in his blood, he's akin To animals and criminals alike Hood, project, trailer park, Backwoods Sprinkles of the cocaine in his nails Tank full of propane on the shelf Fire's in the soul, the child is now a man The enemies of good now become a friend Watchin' God play his life violin Happily, an instrumental in the wind You will never fit, you're a misfit You're a quiet voice no matter how loud you get Despite the effort, you remain reckless You remain helpless in the same outfit As your father did before, you're a song Better sing the praises of the written wrongs Only time will kill your spirit if you let it fall And that's why there's No time at all No time like now To get on the road If you wanna get out You got to be true True to yourself Or you'll be a fool To somebody else The rifle's in the corner, money on the table Cellophane sacks, baby's in the cradle Chevy's in the drive, cranked and ready for him Lights a cigarette, ashes on the floor And takes another toke, smoke fills the room Sun sets behind the clouds, heavy gloom Cops on the run, sirens in the distance Wild small town, violent and resistant In the street, they rage and fight Any given night, it's just another reason for a killin' Brave the cold and lock the door 'cause it's war Storm filled with crime, only safe in buildings Made of brick and mortar, brick of thick morals Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will support 'em Steel with the trigger finger, take your life Billy in the basement, wasted, makin' pipe Bombs take it light, wrong take it real Take a quarter pound of dope and make a deal Take the front, son, run for the hills Cowards under power make sonic seals Cast a shadow over underprivileged minds While they're chasin' money, hit some basic rhymes If the world gives you pen and paper, draw the line Because there's no time There's no time at all No time like now To get on the road If you wanna get out You got to be true True to yourself Or you'll be a fool To somebody else No time at all No time like now To get on the road If you wanna get out You got to be true True to yourself Or you'll be a fool To somebody else