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DEEP PURPLE LYRICS
"Time to Kill" (1993 Single)
1. Time to Kill (edit)
2. Nasty Piece of Work
1. Time to Kill (edit)
Consider your position position your defense
Why don't you let me ask you is it mere coincidence
Feeding speculators on a downhill gravy train
Like vultures ripping out the eyes to reach the dying brain
Listen to the wind - a silent scream
Tearing at your broken heart
Like a forgotten dream
And there's a time for peace a time for war
Wondering what we've been put here for
A time for giving a time to take
A time for love and a time for hate
A time for beg and a time to steal
So you gamble on that spinning wheel
Of all these things I've had my fill
Lord I need some time to kill
Ten percent of nothing is exactly what you got
You thing you've got the given right to take another shot
I'll take away your money all you've got is coloured beads
Find a piece of land where you can sow your seeds
Listen to the wind - a silent scream
Tearing at your broken heart
Like a forgotten dream
There's a time for passion a time for pain
A time to learn that we're all the same
A time to remember a time to forget
Wondering how we're going to pay our debts
A time for thunder a time for rain
Waiting for the seasons to change
Of all these things I've had my fill
Lord I need some time to kill
2. Nasty Piece of Work
I got my feelers out
Pleasure I can give you pain
I'm the demon of misfortune
Let me tell you that bad luck is my game
Fires burning make you cold
You can touch but you can't hold
It's an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
I'm a nasty piece of work
Down get down on your knees
Running gonna bring you down
I'm the demon of disorder
You know I'm gonna drive you into the ground
As you're stepping through the door
My shadow crawls across your floor
Your dream of love
It's not enough it's gonna come to nothing
You ain't seen nothing it's gonna get worse
I'm a nasty nasty
It's an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Your dream of love
It's not enough it's gonna come to nothing
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
You ain't seen nothing it's gonna get worse
I'm a nasty piece of work
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