See that long line of people
  who keep standing in the rain
  Lookin' tired, gettin' cold
  And that signal light they're waiting for,
  don't ever seem to chang
  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 they're ever gonna know
  And their good times ain't no better
  than their bad
  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
  They don't mind, they don't know
  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
  they've never had
  They're condemned to go
  on living in a penitentiary
  For killing time, ain't it sad.