The thing that no one seems to notice is that a terrible thing happened to him at 9 years-old: his teacher died. It makes no sense. When food is making breakfast, to sizzle of food in it sounded like "even the frying pan cried." It happened and it was raining slowly, "according to castle-time". Yes, it does not "make sense", buy it makes sense to a little boy.\n\nHe is now a young man, and he\'s trying to make sense out of it.\n\nLyrics:\n\nMen doing men thing times\nChewing candy and tobacco lines\nDrinking harpooned pints\nTossing nickels and dimes\n\nThey\'re lookin\' for exit signs\nTheir lookin\' for a lucky nines\nThey\'re talkin\' in boring rhymes\nDamn, they\'re keeping up old times\n\nMy teacher died;\nEven the frying pan cried.\nRain fell slowly according to castle-time;\nI was only nine.\n\nI was lookin\' for exit signs\nI was lookin\' for a lucky nines\nAnd my talkin\' in boring rhymes\nWell, face it: were living in war times.\n\nLet\'s cry about it\nLet\'s cry about it\nYou can cry about it\nDon\'t be embarrassed; I won\'t laugh at you.\n\nThe river flows north and winds\nTravelling south, you\'ll head wind-time\nThe passers-by are not kind\nBut the sky is sublime\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The thing that no one seems to notice is that a terrible thing happened to him at 9 years-old: his teacher died. It makes no sense. When food is making breakfast, to sizzle of food in it sounded like "even the frying pan cried." It happened and it was raining slowly, "according to castle-time". Yes, it does not "make sense", buy it makes sense to a little boy.\n\nHe is now a young man, and he\'s trying to make sense out of it.\n\nLyrics:\n\nMen doing men thing times\nChewing candy and tobacco lines\nDrinking harpooned pints\nTossing nickels and dimes\n\nThey\'re lookin\' for exit signs\nTheir lookin\' for a lucky nines\nThey\'re talkin\' in boring rhymes\nDamn, they\'re keeping up old times\n\nMy teacher died;\nEven the frying pan cried.\nRain fell slowly according to castle-time;\nI was only nine.\n\nI was lookin\' for exit signs\nI was lookin\' for a lucky nines\nAnd my talkin\' in boring rhymes\nWell, face it: were living in war times.\n\nLet\'s cry about it\nLet\'s cry about it\nYou can cry about it\nDon\'t be embarrassed; I won\'t laugh at you.\n\nThe river flows north and winds\nTravelling south, you\'ll head wind-time\nThe passers-by are not kind\nBut the sky is sublime\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah