Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah



Well you can write to me your truth and happenin's insi-ide

Or sell me a world that I don't 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

It's a hopeless race



You're gettin' it all your way, you can't tell wrong from right

And right now you've got to pay

'Cause right now it's 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



You're gettin' it all your way, you can't tell wrong from right

But right now you've got to pay

'Cause right now, it's minutes to midnight, yeah-eah, ah yeah-eah



No use in getting uptight, no use in startin' a fight

It's up to you now to make it alright

Your clocks readin' minutes to midnight

You're 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



You're gettin' it all you're way, you can't tell wrong from right

And right now you've got to pay

'Cause right now, it's minutes to midnight, yeah-eah

It's gettin' too late



No use in gettin' uptight, no use in startin' a fight

It's up to you now to make it alright

Your clock's reading minutes to midnight



No use in gettin' uptight, no use in startin' a fight

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