Three sisters all bore witness
To horrors after recess

I sent them down the river
To ofeer pleasance shivers

I would advice you to get off at seven
But its too late now
That the times are changing
I could assist
Keep you from growing older
Remain the same with no weight on your shoulders

My self has softly vanished
My reputation ternished

Theres logic in this madness
Extinct and prone to perish

I would advice you to get off at seven
But its too late now
That the times are changing
I could assist
Keep you from growing older
Remain the same with no weight on your shoulders

I would advice you to get off at seven
But its too late now
That the times are changing
I could assist
Keep you from growing older
Remain the same with no weight on your shoulders

I would advice you to get off at seven

I would advice you to get off at seven
But its too late now
That the times are changing
I could assist
Keep you from growing older
Remain the same with no weight on your shoulders