This time each day
I do walks down the hall
My ceilings shakes like the (?) up above
Just remember when I cut you down for the second time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
And remember when I cut you down for the third time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds

These quiet hours, I don't know how to talk
I'll play your game, it really don't suit me at all
Just remember when I cut you down
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
And remember when I cut you down for the third time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds

My, how [bad word] and goes
Here we are, this road
(?)
You're admired but I don't know why
My, how [bad word] and goes
It's a shame, it's such a cryin' shame
and you're admired but I don't know why

This time, this time, this time each day