Lyrics:

All these people they won't leave me alone
And we need a little time to ourselves
And half the reasons why I'm sketchin' all the time
The result of this life in hell
But oh well, I think its time

My faith is falling like the leave from atree
The pockets both take it away
The sun warms by body as I'm sitting on a swing
Watching columbus clouds bring in the rain
Oh well I think its time to go

My mind is playing tricks on me all the time
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
....Mean you can feel
That its time to go

Are you fed up, are you fed up with me?
Do you think that you could do better?
Do I think that I know better?
Do they think that they know better?

Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king
Blood red sunrise, and a breat to air that's clean
I drink from the faucet, from the porch I take a pee
I look at you through the bushes
Where you can't see me

I laugh and slip into another state of mind
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still, mean you can feel
That its time to go