Time Turns Around Lyrics - Badlees

There's antiques on the mantle 

Hank Williams in the air 

Bourbon on the counter 

And you've cut off all your hair 

The daisies on the hillside 

Watch the sun goin' down 

Hopin' that time turns around 

Hopin' that time turns around 

Police at the pawnshop 

Vampires at the mall 

Country boys in gangster clothes 

Skate 'round city hall 

And all the bathtub virgins cry 

Without making a sound 

They're hopin' that time turns around 

Hopin' that time turns around 

You'll be getting younger 

You'll be dancing on the sun 

And your soul won't remember 

All the damage that you've done 

And the last shall be the first 

And the first shall be the last 

But Johnny come lately 

Will still be pumping gas 

Yesterday's a beggar 

Dressed up like a king 

Tomorrow is a prophet 

But he ain't saying anything 

Today is just a coward 

Who's painted like a clown 

Hopin' that time turns around 

Hopin' that time turns around 

Hopin' that time turns around 

Hopin' that time turns around