A.C. Newman the battle for straight time

Oh 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 three
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 three