Time to draw the curtain
Moment to draw or paint
Instant to turn a cold shoulder and a deaf ear
Second to down the world and make new friends

Second to stand the flame
Instant to stand or strafe
Moment to turn a cold shoulder on a deaf ear
Time to strategically displace the blame

Us we They them She her He him
Would you like to take the fall?
Would you like to bear the blame?
Or maybe we'd all grow up before for you, it's too late

Someone's fit to foot the bill
Of a centurys' worth of blood we spilt
We'll let you in to let us off
You will allow yourself to get caught