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| Part of prime time (Yoghurt/Chielie) download mp3 (12.935 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) It’s a doggone evening; will this be the night? I can see your faces twitch and turn for fright So scared to look behind you, more afraid to see ahead Will there be a dream to carry after that? Bridge: You fucked her, she fucked you Between the two of you there’s nothing left to screw It’s a war of sorts, sort of short of guts and blood Wiry sumo in a storm of boiling mud These are damning chords, call them self-fulfilling tones Swords that cut down to the bones Bridge: John kissed Marcie, Marcie kissed Ron Oh John, oh Marcie, oh Marcie, oh Ron It’s all good, but that’s not the way we feel Is the way we feel a figment or for real? Chorus: Part of prime time, maybe time to hit the bus In the limelight now the darker parts of us Part of prime time, strung up in the crossfire On the circusridge, walking past the wire Part of prime time, it’s a place we were before Why did we return for more? Part of prime time Honey, ain’t it time to come to shore? Don’t you leave me now, no reason to shout Stay here, I’d like to talk about All our crazy sins, things that we could do for love Ain’t it wonderful when push comes to shove? Bridge: John kissed Marcie, Marcie kissed Ron Oh John, oh Marcie, oh Marcie, oh Ron It’s all good, but that’s not the way we feel Is the way we feel a figment or for real? Chorus: Part of prime time, honey, don’t it make ya blue? In the limelight now the darker parts of you Part of prime time, strung up in the crossfire On the circusridge, lyin’ past the wire Part of prime time, it’s a place you were before Why are you here, asking for more? Part of prime time Honey, ain’t it time to come to shore? Solo Chorus: Part of prime time like I never sought to be In the limelight now the darker parts of me Part of prime time, caught up in the crossfire On that circusridge, walking past the wire Part of prime time, it’s a place I was before Why am I here, back for more? Part of prime time Honey, ain’t it time to come to shore? |