paroles de chanson A Cold Day In Hell - Time Machine
Imagine
waking
up
this
morning,
but
instead
of
your
bed
You
felt
a
Plexiglas
window
pressed
against
your
head
Sleeping
at
the
bus
stop,
it's
almost
rush
hour
again
Feels
like
God
must
have
damned
you
like
your
family
and
friends
Life
on
the
street,
just
wanna
keep
it
real
and
eat
But
the
outcome
is
no
income
'less
you
choose
to
steal
and
cheat
Can't
get
a
job
without
a
home
address
Can't
afford
accommodations
without
a
steady
job
Longing
for
the
days
of
a
soft
mattress
And
the
times
before
people
looked
at
you
like
a
slob
When
they
look
at
you
at
all—half
the
time,
you
could
swear
These
pedestrians
act
like
you're
not
even
there
Eye
contact
makes
them
feel
guilty
and
they
should—it's
unfair
You
just
want
a
place
to
stay—who
needs
to
be
a
millionaire?
Panhandling
sucks,
but
it
is
what
it
is
So
why
should
people
hassle
you
for
handling
biz?
And
this
is
tough
enough
alone,
but
some
are
handling
kids
Or
still
dealing
with
demons
from
a
Vietnam
bid
There's
voices,
people
in
this
world
with
real
stories
to
tell
And,
even
in
the
summertime,
it's
still
a
cold
day
in
hell
If
you'll
permit
me
to
say
so,
sir,
The
subject
is
not
an
interesting
one
The
poor
know
all
about
poverty
and
only
The
morbid
rich
would
find
the
topic
glamorous
But
I'm
doing
it
for
the
poor
Don't
you
understand?
I
doubt
if
they
would
appreciate
it,
sir
But
you
don't
realize
conditions
have
changed
There
isn't
any
work,
there
isn't
any
food
These
are
troublous
times
What
do
you
know
about
trouble?
What
do
I
know
about
trouble?
All
he
really
needs
is
a
warm
blanket
A
drink
to
drink
away
the
pain
of
chain
events
He
lost
two
kids
to
unknown
illness,
now
the
third
one's
sick
And
can
he
get
a
break?
No,
his
luck's
cold
as
shit
Held
his
tongue
and
bit
it,
but,
yet,
he
still
cursed
his
worst
yet
"No,
Lord,
this
can't
be
fair,
do
I
really
deserve
this?"
The
time
passed
and
now
he's
all
alone
And
that
bed
he
makes
his
stay
in
is
now
made
of
stone
Went
from
success
into
a
mess
into
that
guy
you
walk
by
And
I
even
didn't
see
the
deepness
in
his
eyes
That
cat's
not
like
me,
see,
I
just
cashed
my
check
"Yo,
can
I
get
a
dollar?"—"No,
dude,
you
didn't
make
it"
I
pay
him
no
respect
because
he
looks
neglected
I
figured
he
drink
booze
all
day
and
let
his
life
be
wasted
Stay
inconsiderate
'cause
I
don't
know
the
half
But
when
his
story
falls
upon
my
ears,
I
give
what
I
have
Nods
his
head
and
smiles
real
wide—eternal
thanks
was
given
Wondered
if
it
was
for
the
money
or
because
I
listened
Then
I
realized
that
day
that
it
was
warm
as
shit
But
he
bought
a
cup
of
tea
because
of
what
he's
feeling
You
see,
sir,
rich
people
and
theorists—who
are
Usually
rich
people—think
of
poverty
in
the
negative
As
the
lack
of
riches,
as
disease
might
be
called
a
lack
of
health
But
it
isn't,
sir
Poverty
is
not
the
lack
of
anything
but
a
Positive
plague,
virulent
in
itself,
contagious
as
cholera
Well,
you
seem
to
have
made
quite
a
study
of
it
Quite
unwillingly,
sir
Will
that
be
all,
sir?
Thanks
Very
good,
sir
1 Time's Fly
2 A Million & One Things to Do
3 Let's Not Be Real
4 Reststop Sweetheart
5 Spelling Bee
6 Mind In a Spin
7 The Assembly Line
8 Who Needs A Mic?
9 Personal Ads
10 The Mekster
11 Stereokinit
12 Night Lights
13 A Cold Day In Hell
14 Water In Your Cereal
15 Especially4u
16 Thinking About You
17 The Way Things Are
18 The Wiggle
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