All your stupid ideals
Just what is it all worth
Feeling tired and bruised
All your cutting down to size
You've got your head in the clouds
Here I stand, the accused
All my useless advice
You should see how it feels
All your cutting down to size
All your stupid ideals
Echoing in my mind
All my useless advice
You should see how it feels
With your fist in my face
All my hanging around
Feel the slowing of time
With your feet on the ground
With the bitterest taste
All my bringing you down
All my hanging around
Hear a voice in the hall
You've got your head in the clouds
Time you made up your mind
Watch the clock on the wall
All my bringing you down
