We're tired of seeing
Through your eyes
We're tired of hearing
Through your ears
Sick of your nonsense
And your lies
Ooo-ooo, no, no, no
That face you wear
Is shot to hell
We're tired of making
The wrong compromise
We never have wanted
To be where we are now
Your notion of future
Is demented somehow
Ooo-ooo, no, no, no
The time to tell
Is here
You know it well
Uh, oh, Uh, oh, Uh, oh
The time to tell
Is here
You know it well
That face you wear
Is shot to hell
Uh, oh, Uh, oh, Uh, oh