So pardon me boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape
It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show
Ain't got no feeling Ain't got no pain Ain't got no reason To try again Don't need no finger To point at me Can't let it linger I must get free
So send me away Cause I need a break What more can I say There's just so much I can take
But don't be so sad I'm feeling alright It won't be so bad If I can get through tonight
It seemed so simple Let's go out and have some fun Someone to play to We didn't know what we'd begun Then as things grew We really thought we had it made But soon we all knew That we'd be ending up like slaves
The simple fact is There really ain't no inbetween You're either up there Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean And when you're up there They just can't wait to tear you down Just like a treadmill You find yourself goin' round and round
So pardon me boys...
So just one more time Yeah that is for sure And then I'll be fine Ah but I've said it before
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