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
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
Got your head in
the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the
ground