You get high-jacked waiting at the bus stop. By Jesus who's working at the pawn shop. Escaped by barely in the picture. But never far from the lens. You'd never risk it inherently self-conscious. So twisted resting on your haunches. So mystic paintin' in a poncho. You better get ready. Everybody's out to have a good time. Live it up like there's no time left. Just like there's no tomorrow. Live it up like there's no time left. And there's no time to kill. Live it up like there's no time left. And no time left to borrow. Why don't you try to get it right this time. Get it right this time. You get worked up jammed and overloaded. Your time's up before you even know it. But you can't stop working on the outcome. You're hawking your latest sins. Put on your backpack take a trip to nowhere. You're sidetracked on your way to somewhere. You wind up right back where you started. You better get ready. Everybody's out to have a good time. Live it up like there's no time left. Just like there's no tomorrow. Live it up like there's no time left. And there's no time to kill. Live it up like there's no time left. And no time left to borrow. Why don't we try to get it right this time. This time. No reason to worry even if it isn't goin' our way. Forget about tomorrow because all we really have is today. Live it up like there's no time left. Just like there's no tomorrow. Live it up like there's no time left. And there's no time to kill. Live it up like there's no time left. And no time left to borrow. Why don't we try to get it right. Why don't we try to get it right. Why don't we try to get it right this time. Get it right this time. Get it right this time. All right