em plena década de oitenta mr. prince rogers nelson avisava:
vêm aí as drogas duras, o sida, os gangs, o desmoronar da nossa ideia social. 
esta é uma canção mais que profética, em que as palavras retrospectivamente 
têm esse estranho peso, ainda mais realçado pelo grande trabalho gráfico do clip.

Oh yeah In France a skinny man Died of a big disease with a little name

By chance his girlfriend came across a needle And soon she did the same 

At home there are seventeen-year-old boys And their idea of fun 

Is being in a gang called The Disciples High on crack, totin' a machine gun

Time, time 

Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church And killed everyone inside

U turn on the telly and every other storyIs tellin' U somebody died

Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it And we're sending people 2 the moon

In September my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time Now he's doing horse, it's June

Times, times

It's silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes And everybody still wants 2 fly

Some say a man ain't happy Unless a man truly dies Oh why

Time, time

Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly Neighbors just shine it on

But if a night falls and a bomb falls Will anybody see the dawn

Time, times
It's silly, no? When a rocket blows And everybody still wants 2 fly

Some say a man ain't happy, truly Until a man truly dies Oh why, oh why,
Sign “O” the Times 
Time, time 

Sign “O” the Times mess with your mind

Hurry before it's 2 late

Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby

We'll call him Nate... if it's a boy

Time, time