To-do-do, oh-oh
[Verse 1]
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
[Pre-Chorus]
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much, but we'll taking our chances 'cause god stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must've let us all out to play
Turned his back
And all gods children crept out the back door
[Chorus]
It's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
[Refrain]
Do you think we have time?
Do you think we have time?
[Verse 2]
These are the days of them empty hand
Where you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you were twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
You're television takes the stand
And you find what was over there is over here
[Pre-Chorus]
So you scream from behind your door
Say, "What is mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much, but ill take my chances
'Cause god stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things he sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you?
That he can't come back 'cause he has no children
To come back for
[Chorus]
It's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
[Outro]
To-do-do, oh-oh
Do you think we have time?
Do you think we have time?
Please give us time
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