Lyrics

My people came out of the forests and the mountains Into this unpromising land Scratched out a living in this desert valley Hard living for any man It weren't no Eden, as cold as Sweden Like Hades in the summer time We built the cities, we dug the ditches We picked the fruit from the vine Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Skip forward four generations, comes a great first world nation But I'm living in the third Trying to make a living, playing on my SG Gibson Tending bar and sometimes selling herb We live like serfs, in this new feudal land We pay the bills and fight the wars I ain't no wobbly, no pinko Commie Let's start the end times right now! Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is? Hey, Bret! You know what time it is?