This Time of Year Songtext
von Grope

Life turned you on then
Life turned on you
And struck you down well
Now you know that there is
No sentiment untainted by paradox


You wonder how and
Just what went wrong
A bright summer day you
Drowned in the rain, yeah
No sentiment untainted by paradox

Beauty is a cover up and hell is cold as ice
This time of year the kids are killers
And the psychos are the engines in this hellbound train
No sentiment untainted by paradox
No innocence untouched by hate