Lyrics:

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