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