Texty: No Fun At All. Low Rider. Sorry To Say.

That's when I knew our time was running out
Just little things of violence and doubt
I say it's time to let it fade away, fade away

Sorry to say to you there ain't a fat chance that I can hear you
Say you, say you, say

And when you leave I have to act surprised

It's about time I'm close to my demise
I say it's not so hard to walk away, walk away

You've got to listen got to concentrate
You've got to listen and there's no debate
Every time I slam the door
I don't think that I can take this anymore