Everything I do
In spite of what is true
Everything I say
It's always in the way
When you roll up your sleeves
It's a sign of the times
When you're down on your knees
Cause it feels like the end
Well I hate to say that it's true
Writing's on the wall
Read just before it falls
Speaking in cliches
Is it naive to say
When we roll up our sleeves
It's a sign of the times
Just get up for me please
Cause this might be the end
And l hate to say that it's true
