You went along, it wasn't wrong, but now you are forgotten.

Run in place, to get a taste, before it's gone rotten

They don't care what you said.

You gone and raised the dead everywhere.

Well its the same slow time.

All the same old crime.

And you won't get much for dime.

You didn't say, its children's play, I would not vouch for your safety,

You'er all alone your seat's been thrown from well to do family,

They don't care what you did, you've gone and raised the dead everywhere

Well it's the same slow times

All the same old crimes, And yo won't get much for your dimes,

Well it's the same slow times

All the same old crimes, And yo won't get much for your dimes,