I hate to do this
but you`re a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
you`re handing me a cancelled check
I heard you moaning
your girlfriends think you`re a saint
I give you a quarter
I`ll keep my judgements to myself
I get caught up in the moonlight
  reaching out for a rotten egg
  I don`t wanna beg
  it`s crystal clear your time is nearly gone
stumbling religion
  starting to get annoyed
  you got momentum
  building up in a void
  stormy weather
  the kids are makin a racket
  you got some magic
  conjuring up phony mystique
I get caught up in the moonlight
  reaching out for a rotten egg
  I don`t wanna beg
  it`s crystal clear your time is nearly gone (x2)
...gone, gone, gone