All things come to those who wait.
It’s all to hope for and never too late.
Crooked, crippled or straight-backed and proud,
Crouched alone in the cold or kept warm in the crowd.
Good times are coming without a doubt.
Just wait and see, we’ll have the last shout.
We’ll hold on for the while
And keep up that smile.
Bite back our anger
To swallow the hunger
It’s a matter of time as you’ll soon see,
We’ve each paid a price and settled the fee.
Good times are coming without a doubt.
Stay cool and you’ll find we’ll have the last shout.
Hours become days but change must arrive soon,
We’ve conquered the earth and flown to the moon.
There’s no stopping progress, the top thinkers say,
We’re top of the pile and we must get our way.
Good times are coming, of that there’s no doubt,
Just you wait and see, we’ll have the last shout.
Those days become weeks then months stretch ahead,
Tired of the process we spend more time in bed.
Sleeping takes longer as months become years,
Patience is thinning and hope turns to fears.
Good times are coming? We’re not so sure.
Keeping the faith is losing its lure.
Some things might come – but not all things are great.
We’ve waited and waited with trust in our fate
But nothing is changing and we’re sinking down . . .
If no one will save us we’re all going to drown.
Where are those good times, we’re losing the game,
We’re getting hammered, again and again.
Never mind ‘all things’, something would do
Anything might help – but nothing? Fuck you.
The world changes daily but nothing gets better,
The roof’s falling in and the hard rain gets wetter.
The road sign’s outdated, No Waiting it states,
You tell us we have to – whatever it takes.
So a new sign says STOP!
We’re waiting no more,
Better move things along now or we’ll level that score.
Patience means suffering – it’s true, just the same,
However they say it the word spells more pain.
Never too late? Help’s never in time.
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