Gino Vanelli: The time of day

All the ghosts in the schoolyardYoung rebels with no dreamsDying of old ageAt seventeenSome blame their mothersFor this unforgiving worldOthers point the fingerAt the flag the wind unfurlsBut I sayYou are the lock you are the keyYou are the master of your destinyThe devil's the dude who sells poison for payDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't you give him the room or and inch to playDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't give the devil the time of dayThere's a face in the mirrorYou don't recognizeSo you shatter the lights'cause they sting your bloodshot eyesYou walk on with a strangerWho rolls your soul up in his wadYou place your trust in himLike you once placed it in godWell I sayYou are the lock you are the keyYou are the master of your destinyThe devil's the dude who sells poison for payDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't you give him the room or and inch to playDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't give the devil the time of dayCaught between the cyclone fence and a red brick wallYeah, you melt like chocolate in the sunThen you see your angel walking with his high-tops onAnd he hands you heaven hotter than a loaded gun(the time of day)Don't you give him(the time of day)Don't you give him(the time of day)You are the lock you are the keyYou are the master of your destinyThe devil's the dude who sells poison for payDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't you give him the room or and inch to playDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't give the devil the time of dayAll the ghosts in the schoolyardYoung rebels with no dreamsDying of old ageAt seventeenWell I sayYou are the lock you are the keyYou are the master of your destinyThe devil's the dude who sells poison for payDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't you give him the room or and inch to playDon't give the devil the time of dayDon't give the devil the time of day