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