Pack up your thingsnYour work here is donenA slave to the beastnNo mercy with timenNo mercy with timennThey brand you with the fire,nThen push you into the sun.nThey want the free land to expire,nThey want everyone to be numb.nThe worlds drinking from a cup that no one wants to sharenWords from the king that no one wants to hearnnDon't be running late are you on time today (x4)nnRetrench me because of machinesnKids trading roses for gunsnTrack mark under the sleevenI can't talk I need to runnLoves thrown away the ringnNot knowing what to saynMama won't you singnIt's like you're cut by the bladennDon't be running late are you on time today (x4)nnDon't be running late are you on time today (x4)n(Don't be running late)nnDon't be running late (till the end)