| 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 fringin 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 |