Horslips
Time To Kill!

The hop jig we've used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of
Whiskey.
I see the last black swan
Fly past the sun.
I wish I, too, were gone
Back home again.
It seems our fortunes lied
Despite our gain.
Our tears fall like our pride.
We cry in shame.
Now we've got time to kill!
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Killing time, my friend.
I stare into your eyes.

But can't see far.
You cut me down to size.
You bring the dark.
My body's black and sore.
I need to sleep.
Now hear the heaven's roar.
I can't escape.
Now we've got time to kill!
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Killing time, my friend.


Mirror lyrics:

Killing time, my friend.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Now we've got time to kill!
I can't escape.
Now hear the heaven's roar.
I need to sleep.
My body's black and sore.
You bring the dark.
You cut me down to size.
But can't see far.

I stare into your eyes.
Killing time, my friend.
Kill the fear that grows within.
Kill the shadows on our skin.
Now we've got time to kill!
We cry in shame.
Our tears fall like our pride.
Despite our gain.
It seems our fortunes lied
Back home again.
I wish I, too, were gone
Fly past the sun.
I see the last black swan
Whiskey.
The hop jig we've used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of


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