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 [bad word] 
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