Mystery Song #2 Lyrics - Beck

Well if it ain't your time to go 

Then you'd better stay put for now 

'cause everybody's gotta do their time until it's time 

And if it ain't broken, then break it 

And say you knew me way back when 

When fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled 

Well I could hang up my single 

Out by the side of the road 

And try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind 

Like a driftwood in the night 

That was washed up by the light 

Of the moon that bleached my bones 

That sent me to the pile 

Mustard in your smile 

Lend a hand on the radio dial 

And the breezes of the seasons 

Have blown us back to hell 

It's a stolen telephone 

That I dialed blind and alone 

Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul 

Now the deserts are in flames 

And the bandages are the same 

And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels 

And if it ain't your time to go 

Then you'd better stay put for now 

'cause anybody gotta put their hand 

Upon the hand of the clock 

Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt 

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