Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah
Well you can write to me your truth and happenins insi-ide
Or sell me a world that I dont need, then hitch a ri-ide
The driver laughs, we chase behind, tryin to match his pace
You change our heads and you make our beds
Its a hopeless race
Youre gettin it all your way, you cant tell wrong from right
And right now youve got to pay
Cause right now its minutes to midnight
Well you can tell me all abou-out politics and kings
Or the price of cars and whisky jars and a million other thi-ings
But it seems to me my friend, a lot of lines are left unsai-aid
When the speaker has the only key to get inside his hea-ead
Youre gettin it all your way, you cant tell wrong from right
But right now youve got to pay
Cause right now, its minutes to midnight, yeah-eah, ah yeah-eah
No use in getting uptight, no use in startin a fight
Its up to you now to make it alright
Your clocks readin minutes to midnight
Youre speakin too late
Take my money, spend my life and do my thinkin for me-ee
Negotiate and sell my time, till we come down from the tree-ee
You just stand with a book in your hand, walkin my high wire
And lead our way for all who pay, from fryin pan to fire
Youre gettin it all youre way, you cant tell wrong from right
And right now youve got to pay
Cause right now, its minutes to midnight, yeah-eah
Its gettin too late
No use in gettin uptight, no use in startin a fight
Its up to you now to make it alright
Your clocks reading minutes to midnight
No use in gettin uptight, no use in startin a fight
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