o come sweet life wash clean my hands the revolution has been left to chance this dawns on me every morning at about three battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time end of the road our clock strikes nine take back the streets or take straight time for this my pure gone days every morning an about face battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time our time in hell has served us fine at last alive we ll meet at five for this cocktails on me we can light them on the count of three battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time battle for straight time