How hard can it be

To sit there and wait for another day

I think I can say

You imagination has gone for a trip today

 

Of the games we play

The odds stacked the other way

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On the side stay

The train ain't going either way

In a solid state

Trying to replicate a tube array

Of the things you say

 

The people here

Certainly don’t have much say

The decisions made a different way

 

Chorus

Ain’t got time or life or the money

Don’t feel sorry for the the rife old mother (the wife or the mother)

He’ll keep on complaining one way or the other

He’ll keep on going one way or another

the brick wall coming and he sees it for nothing