They cut the telephone, uh, huh
Yeah, my life is just a mess
I could have made a fortune
I lost the craving for success
And as the acrobats, they tumble
And so the corn begins to crumble
She admires a brand new dress
Live on the second floor now
They're trying to bust the door down
Soon I'll have a new address
They'll have a celebration
Yeah, I've been under too much stress
And as the clouds begin to rumble
So the juggler makes his fumble
And the sun upon my wall is getting less
They'll, they'll run amok
They'll run for cover when they discover
Everyone's a nervous wreck now
I used to think she was so nimble
I would have bought her as a symbol
But now I can't afford the pen
They'll, yeah, they'll run amok
They'll run for cover when they discover
Everyone's a nervous wreck now
Life's just a bummer, they got your number
Well, give as good as we get now
Rise from the gutter, stick with each other
We'll drive 'em over the edge now
They're gonna bleed, that's what they need
We'll get together and blow their cover
We're ready (yeah, we're ready)
Yeah, we're ready (yeah, we're ready)
Yeah, we're ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, we're ready)
Oh, we're ready, ready (yeah, we're ready)
Ah, we're ready, yeah (yeah, we're ready)