So many people on the streets,
It’s sad to think they’re goanna die,
The only link we have, cut.
You start off fresh and full of life,
A life that’s bright and full of light,
The crowds of faces on the street,
The lady that you’re goanna meet.
But time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down,
In the end you’ll find,
Everything is turned to dust.
You’ve seen {those/loves} faded photographs,
The crowded streets and horse drawn {traps/trams}
The hopes, the dreams , the plans they made,
The love affairs that flare and fade.
But time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down,
In the end you’ll find,
Everything is turned to dust.
Time shot down the 20s, with the bootlegs and his flappers
Time shot down the 30s, with the {years events for Hitler}
Time shot down the 40s, and the freedom that they fought for
Time shot down the 50s with the innocence of Munroe
Time shot down the 60s with the Kenedys and Vietnam,
And there you are, and here I am,
Office girls, and movie stars,
Actors in a two bit force,
{Sa**in adds} and see through jars,
Just so many people on the streets,
Just so many people on the streets,
Just so many people on the streets,
Just so many people on the streets,
Just so many people on the streets,
You’ve seen {those/loves} faded photographs,
The never ending L is life,
The hopes, the dreams, the plans they made,
The love affairs that flare and fade.
But time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down,
Time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end,
Time’s goanna shoot you down, in the end