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TIME TO KILL (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Consider your position position your defense,
Why don't you let me ask you is it mere coincidence?
Feeding speculators on a downhill gravy train,
Like vultures ripping out the eyes to reach the dying brain.
Listen to the wind - a silent scream,
Tearing at your broken heart like a forgotten dream.
And there's a time for peace a time for war,
Wondering what we've been put here for.
A time for giving a time to take,
A time for love and a time for hate.
A time for beg and a time to steal,
So you gamble on that spinning wheel.
Of all these things I've had my fill,
Lord I need some time to kill.
Ten percent of nothing is exactly what you got,
You thing you've got the given right to take another shot
I'll take away your money all you've got is coloured beads,
Find a piece of land where you can sow your seeds.
Listen to the wind - a silent scream,
Tearing at your broken heart - like a forgotten dream.
There's a time for passion a time for pain,
A time to learn that we're all the same.
A time to remember a time to forget,
Wondering how we're going to pay our debts.
A time for thunder a time for rain,
Waiting for the seasons to change.
Of all these things I've had my fill,
Lord - I need some time to kill.
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