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