Crystal Industry - Father Time Lyrics

Here's hoping they are holy
The day they can squeeze me in
To their tight schedules
What busy little bastards
Diamond rings grip
Frantic fingers

A speaking, drooling animal
Left us here to play a while
He warned us not to leave
Then turned his noisy dial

Scratch marks on the danger door
Turn the knob and he will come
Like darkness follows
A setting sun

Cry for blood
Cry for a decent sleep
Hoping the bastard
In the checkered shirt will
Stop and think
And keep them safe

Cry for blood
Cry for a decent sleep
Maybe he will stop and think

Homes rip then come apart
Fathers check empty beds
Metallic streaks of Hell and rust
Paint the skies with dread

Writing their favorite names
In the mud
With twigs scattered across the ground
Amidst the dust,
Hope for us is seeming very slim

Cry for blood cry for a decent sleep
Knowing the bastard
Probably left him in the cold
But maybe he will
Feel human again

Cry for blood
Cry for a decent sleep
Maybe he will stop and think