Released: January 1, 2008
Songwriter: Prince
Producer: André Fischer
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
Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church
And killed everyone inside
You turn on the telly and every other story
Is tellin' you somebody died
Sister killed her baby 'cause she couldn't afford to feed it
And we're sending people to the moon
In September my cousin tried reefer for the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June
Is it silly, no
When a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants to fly
Some say a man ain't happy truly
Unless a man truly dies
Oh why
Time, mess with your mind
Mess with your mind
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, mess with your mind
Is it silly, no
When a rocket blows
Everybody still wants to fly
Some say a man ain't happy, truly
Until a man truly dies
Time, mess with your mind
Sign O the Times mess with your mind
Hurry before it's too late
Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby
We'll call him Nate, if it's a boy
We'll call it Nina, if it's a girl
But if it's just healthy, we'll call it anyway
And you there, sitting on the goddamn fence
Stop selling the dope!
Stop sniffing the cocaine and buying crack!
Stop using the needle!
And for God's sake, stop killing each other, this stuff is giving me nightmares!
Let no man write your epitaph, don't let this be the sign of the times
Time, mess with your mind
Say, mess with your mind
Time, mess with your mind
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
Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church
And killed everyone inside
You turn on the telly and every other story
Is tellin' you somebody died
Sister killed her baby 'cause she couldn't afford to feed it
And we're sending people to the moon
In September my cousin tried reefer for the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June
Is it silly, no
When a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants to fly
Some say a man ain't happy truly
Unless a man truly dies
Oh why
Time, mess with your mind
Mess with your mind
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, mess with your mind
Is it silly, no
When a rocket blows
Everybody still wants to fly
Some say a man ain't happy, truly
Until a man truly dies
Time, mess with your mind
Sign O the Times mess with your mind
Hurry before it's too late
Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby
We'll call him Nate, if it's a boy
We'll call it Nina, if it's a girl
But if it's just healthy, we'll call it anyway
And you there, sitting on the goddamn fence
Stop selling the dope!
Stop sniffing the cocaine and buying crack!
Stop using the needle!
And for God's sake, stop killing each other, this stuff is giving me nightmares!
Let no man write your epitaph, don't let this be the sign of the times
Time, mess with your mind
Say, mess with your mind
Time, mess with your mind