A whole new world of "would" When the bad outstrips the good It's the reap/sow interface That'll help you win the race It'll help you build a rocket Help you build a ship There's a good chance you can help There's a price on this return But there's absolutely no rush Absolutely no rush And no time, no time, no time, no time
As the spider takes the fly As the gray does take the dye As the drink does numb the pain As the songs all sound the same With diminishing returns And the hackneyed twist-and-turns As the egg runs down your face We'll still bang on the bin lids Cause dad forgot the kids And they throw us to the pigs And it's hard lines, hard lines, hard lines, hard lines