Yeah, well I won't change for you even if you think I talk too loud
If it wasn't for your playfulness I'd cauterize your useless mouth
When conversation is a hand grenade, the pin's on your finger
I can only try and play it down - you double the wager
Then you push me over - I hit my head on the table
Funny way to get through

Maybe it's doomed
If it's doomed
Okay, when's doomsday?

Later?
Some other time?
Tomorrow?
Yeah you're finally sick and tired of the same old ways
Sick of rolling round a piece of ground you're off to find the hay - hey hey!

Yeah well I know you hate my music and you think that I should throw it away
But I've got nothing to hold onto but the dreary shit I always play
I don't know what on earth I was seeing
I always knew it had to end - I didn't start believing
The writing's never on the wall - it covers the ceiling
I ain't gonna persuade you to say, you to say...

Later
Some other time
Tomorrow
Yeah, you're finally sick and tired of the same old way
Sick of rolling round a piece of ground you're off to find the hay - hey hey!

You've the eyes of evil, they fail to laugh.
Even trying to console they mock, they tear you in half