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