A Sign of the Times - Petula Clark

Heading for the classroom yesterday The kids file through the metal machine It finds what they may hide No it just ain't right... A sign of the times Another church is burning to the ground... Looking for the vandals and they're nowhere to be found But the hate's alive A sign of the times, Sign of the times... A sign of the times, Sign of the times... (Acoustic Break) Would someone please let me know how we have spun out of control? Has the captain let go of the wheel? Or could we please try to find a way to be a bit more kind? I see the road to tomorrow in the haze! (Solo) On the Senate floor they congregate Many pockets lined with green, From those behind the scenes, yeah they take the bribe (it's on the side) A sign of the times, Sign of the times... A sign of the times, Sign of the times... (Acoustic Break)

Just stop your crying it's a sign of the times Welcome to the final show I hope you're wearing your best clothes You can't bribe the door on the way to the sky Cause you look pretry good down here But you ain't really good We never learn we've been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets, the bullets Just stop your crying it's a sign of the times We got to get away from here We got to get away from here We don't talk enough We should open up Before it's all too much, yeah Will we ever learn We've been here before It's just what we know Stop your crying baby it's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away Yeah, oh Away...

Here is a rainbow for your hair Here is another sign of the times We live we die We laugh we cry We know not why Lipstick 'n leather wear 'n tear Of another sign of the times We're chained and bound Hard lines, crack down On stony ground Here is a taste of here and now Red is the bloody sign of the times The bride stripped bare Of all despair We're cut but we don't care Here is a rainbow for your hair Here is another sign of the times Light up in anger I'll be there Fight for a sign of the times We live we die We laugh and we cry We know not why Bent on a life between the lines End on a sign of the times

Hungover with my therapist She's tryna be real delicate In telling me I need to get my shit together All I've purchased this whole week Is Chick-fil-A and nicotine My bank account is begging me to treat her better If I am never gonna be enough (never be enough so) Then I might as well do what I want (do what I want) If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one I don't sleep too much at night And too much with boys I don't like I don't understand the hype, so I just drop 'em I spilled coffee on my dress It's ironic, I'm obsessed Everyone knows hot girls have stomach problems If I am never gonna be enough (never be enough so) Then I might as well do what I want (do what I want) If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one (Ooh, ooh) Blessed, stressed I'm broke, single, but damn sure I'll still mingle (you know I will) Write songs I don't like, overanalyze my life (very true) Break hearts for the art, sing Taylor Swift lyrics in the car I cry all the time, but I swear to God I'm alright If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one

I'll fly myself to France First class, New York to Paris Get drunk on wine and dance Someone who ain't embarrassed To kiss me on the dance floor Yeah, that's what I'll be there for If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore I'll read Lonesome Dove Fall asleep to Hallelujah I'll take some trippy drug Makes me forget I even knew ya I pain the floor to ceilin' blue Believe me, baby, I got things to do If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore, I'll be an over you achiever I'll make you a believer That I don't love you either I'll meet somebody else Probably get married I'll keep it to myself But I'll love you 'till I'm buried