No time when you need it most When you should of gone hard You made your bed and now With the wrinkles in your forehead Mirrors no friend so you just ignore it You've got something to prove
Not to chase those me-guys And stop chasing the crumbs Pull the stop out, hop out You want a second chance? Mother-fuck a second chance Build a fucking batter ram Get in on the ground floor Be the effin' ground for - And the towns you was down (.Down) pour While your pensions getting cut Working for the same company since 19-90-what? Trade 'em in for stability And some time on the green And you don't even like golf But you know your boss does Suck his dick, and help him pick The fucking right golf club Be a genius without leaning on a high IQ
Evil clock in the living room
So you roll another blunt
What happens next is tragic Scared to take the plunge So you sponge bath placid You're not sure you can fulfil So you down play and front But it is, and you know it Biggest fear is that you'll blow it You know just where the line is But you're too afraid to tow it Now you're going in the wrong direction You wake up on the other side of a good intention Wrong side of the spectrum Shit products getting pushed And the fans left guessing Rest upon your laurels cause this shit's too easy Selling dope to dumb fiends Who wouldn't know a good CD Respect your general public Make some shit that sparks debate We don't need another take On how nice it is to be rich
Take account of what you did Pendulum is like a guillotine - I might of lied when I said Life's too short, not long I'm reading right in between the lines