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I Didn't Know What Time It Was (From "Too Many Girls")

de Bud Shank

Thought Id shaken every villain
The dark thoughts in my mind
But they got loose again

I know theyre out to get me
I always look behind
Cause theyre all loose again
Their shackles are loosening

Someone must have testified
And got them all paroled
And they didnt just walk free
They strolled

And I dare not look at mirrors
To see their bent reflections
Theyre all loose again

I check the glass for fingerprints
But theyre beyond detection
Theyre all loose again
Their shackles loosening

The jurys call was guilty
The maximum sentence
I watched them all file out
After they lost their weak defences

They bargained for my clemency
And dodged the falling blade
Like a fool I showed my empathy
Now I know that I got played

And who can say where the soul lives
It could be the body or the mind
And if the minds a house
Time to admit
I might be sharing mine

Theres nothing left to do
But face the facts
And right their little wrongs
And who can say
You never know
We might just get along

Friendly greetings in the hallway
Cook each other some scrambled eggs
Living life in a fucked up harmony

Thought Id shaken every villain
The dark thoughts in my mind
But they got loose again

I know theyre out to get me
I always look behind
Cause theyre all loose again
Their shackles are loosening

Im sure I locked the door
But theres footsteps on the floor
Someone playing my acoustic
And humming in the hall

Never thought Id hear those voices
Whispering profanity
Theyre loose again

Thought Id made the right choices
To purge all my insanities
Theyre loose again
Shackles loosening

I should have slipped the hangman
A lobby and a sixpack
Cracked an 8-ball cross the counter
Celebrated their demise

I should have gripped the handle
And swung the blade myself
Cracked them open like an egg
To see the death in their eyes

And who can say where the soul lives
It could be the body or the mind
And if the minds a house
Time to admit
I might be sharing mine

Theres nothing left to do
But face the facts
And right their little wrongs
And who can say
You never know
We might just get along

Friendly greetings in the hallway
Cook each other some scrambled eggs
Living life in a fucked up harmony

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