All In Good Time Lyrics by Monks Of Doom

Paint the picture, let it dry,
check your thoughts, & speak now of us.
Look how you worry--pacing all around the place,
feel now the intuition in the air.
Screaming thoughts, they move us so well.

Here it is--a penny for your thoughts, my boy.
Tell me all that you know.
These curious colorful creatures in these books you show.

From day to day,
we manipulate
the armatures of tawdry things.

Like a fatal mistake,
& decision is a razor.
All in good time, we throw our options out the window,
all in good time, we go driving off the road.

Pain & fury, takes your need.
Balance, glory, triumph, & pain.
Fear in words--what is the poetry in memory?
You know that everything we had was real--
drifting away & still gaining speed.

Here it is--a quarter for your dream, old man.
Knowing all that you know.
Prisoner prays, the world has left you
fighting for your hopes that fade away.