Well,
it's about time
It's beginning
to hurt
Time you made up
your mind
Just
what is it all worth?
All my useless
advice
All my hanging
around
All your cutting
down to size
All my bringing
you down
Watch the clock
on the wall
Feel
the slowing of time
Hear a voice
in the hall
Echoing
in my mind
All your stupid
ideals
You've got your head
in the clouds
You should see
how it feels
With your feet
on the ground
Here I stand
the accused
With your fist
in my face
Feeling tired
and bruised
With the bitterest
taste
All my useless
advice
All my hanging
around
All your cutting
down to size
All my bringing
you down
All your stupid
ideals
You've got your head
in the clouds
You should see
how it feels
With your feet
on the ground