Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gil Scott-Heron
Vocals
Brian Jackson
Flute
Hubert Laws
Piccolo Flute
Bernard Purdie
Drums
Burt Jones
Electric Guitar
Johnny Pate
Conductor
Ron Carter
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gil Scott-Heron
Songwriter
Brian Jackson
Songwriter
Horace Ott
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lillian Seyfert
Assistant Producer
Bob Simpson
Mixing Engineer
Bob Thiel
Producer
Ray Hall
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
It's a sign of the ages
Markings on my mind
Men at the crossroads
At odds with an angry sky
There can be no salvation
There can be no rest
Until all old customs
Are put to the test
The gods are all angry
You hear from the breeze
As night slams like a hammer
Yeah, and you drop to your knees
The questions can't be answered
You're always haunted by the past
The world's full of children
Who grew up too fast
Yeah, but where can you run
Since there ain't no world of your own
And you know that no one will ever miss you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you're finally gone
So you cry like a baby, a baby
Or you go out and get high
But there ain't no peace on earth, man
Maybe peace when you die, yeah
Writer(s): Gil Scott-heron, Brian Jackson
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