My Hurling Days Are Done - Morrissey

Time will mold you and craft you

But soon, when you’re looking away

It will slide up and shaft you

Oh, time

Oh, time

No friend of mine

Mama, mama and teddy bear

Were the first full firm spectrum of time

Now my hurling days are done

And there’s no one to tell and there’s nowhere to run

Time, a blossoming clover

But soon it will say, «Okay, come on son, bend over»

Oh, time

Oh, time

No friend of mine

Oh mama, mama and teddy bear

Were the first full firm spectrum of time

But now my hurling days are done

And there’s no one to tell and there’s nowhere to run

Time places no pressure on you

But soon it explains what it means by the Funky Alfonso

Oh, time

Oh, time

No friend of mine

Oh mama, mama and teddy bear

Were the first full firm spectrum of time

But now my hurling days are done

And there is no one to tell and there’s nowhere to run

Time will send you an invoice

And you pay with your strength and your legs and your sight and your voice

Oh mama, mama and teddy bear

Were the first full firm spectrum of time

But now my hurling days are done

And there is no one to tell and there’s nowhere to run