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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 Stayed out too late Didn't catch a wink last night Now I'm much too tired To put up a good fight Don't make enough money to tolerate All the shit I receive When I'm watching the hourglass Trying to deceive me The time clock lying to me The hands are moving faster now Backwards and forwards, no way of telling How much time I have spent Trying to come up with the rent She strikes at my heart Aiming for the centrepiece Everytime she tries I get just a little more release Don't get enough passion To warrant all the grief I receive When I'm watching the telephone Trying to deceive me The phone just keeps lying to me The ringer a constant jingle now Louder and softer, no way of telling How many calls I have missed While I lie here and get myself pissed You think you've got problems? Well, let me tell you mine, you'll be relieved Believe me, I've got problems And my problems are problems which just can't be believed I'm falling apart My life's shattering like glass I just can't hold on With dignity and just a little more class Can't seem to find a grip on all of the things I've always thought I could believe When I'm watching my face in the mirror Trying to deceive me My life keeps lying to me Back and forth, like a metronome Round and around, no way of telling Through how much of this existence I can maintain this persistence You think you've got problems? Well, let me tell you mine, you'll be relieved Believe me, I've got problems And my problems are problems which just can't be believed |