Well, its about time Its 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 Youve 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 Youve got your head in the clouds You should see how it feels With your feet on the ground
