See that long line of people who
keep standing in the rain
Lookin' tired, gettin' cold
And that signal light they're waiting for,
Killing time, ain't it slow.
Watch them bending with the burden
of the pennies that they save
Marking time, growin' old
Slowly marching by the numbers
to the freedom of the grave
Killing time, ain't it slow
That's the closest thing to living that
And their good times ain't no
'Cause they think they need a signal
light to tell them they can go
Killing time, ain't it sad.
Don't feel sorry for those people
who keep standing in the rain
'Cause it never crossed their minds
they got a reason to complain
Killing time, ain't it slow.
They're not haunted by the visions
that they never dared to see
And they'll never miss the dreams
on living in a penitentiary
For killing time, ain't it sad.