Your Time Is Up

1. I"ll buy a shiny car again,
Race through the night like wild men.
With sirens screaming in my ear,
I"ll drift and spin, no trace of fear.
At the turn, I"ll lose control,
Steel will fold and glass will roll.


2. Dressed up fine in black and chrome,
I"ll take a flight not heading home.
A hand will touch my shoulder blade,
A whisper through the glass half-slade:
"Come now, darling, rise above -
Your time is up, my reckless love."

3. When I"ve drank the world bone-dry,
Laid with strangers, high and high,
Snorted smoke and veins gone red,
Till foam is bursting from my head.
Then on wings of burning flame,
I"ll ride my last - no one to blame.

4. She"ll arrive with wind and grace,
A gallop, tears upon her face.
Brush my cheek with ghostly hand,
Softly says what few understand:
"You, my fool, you lucky pup -
Your time is done. It"s time. Get up."


5. I'll be the king, the smartest man,
The crowned god of some broken land.
A tyrant rich with iron grip,
My enemies rot, my ego whipped.
I"ll make them crawl, I"ll make them kneel,
Turn prayer into my holy seal.


6. But just when I feel most divine,
She"ll slip beneath the grand design.
And gently bowing, soft but proud,
Will say aloud, not too loud:
"Oh mighty one, enough, enough
Your time is up. You"ve played it tough."