Who are you to know that it wouldn't come through?
Put all your money on the blue tattoo
It's gone; but you broke up in the mornin', and the hydro wasn't on
But don't give it in, brother, don't give it up
Ain't nothing here; just a little bad luck
Let's go; get it out of your head, out of your control
You keep it on the edge, you keep it on the hill
With an eye on the gauge and a handle on the wheel
Wantin' for the other, until that wanting brings you in
The day comes up; the day comes up
'Cause the night is done; 'cause the world is round
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear that you quit
Just because you're overworked and under-privileged
You're underneath the table with your stethoscope
Tryin' to find a pulse; wait, where did it go?
There it is; that's the only part that they haven't repossessed
It only gets better; can't get much worse
Last comes last, brother, first comes first
Let's go; get it out of your head, out of your control
Well, I hardly felt a thing; at first I felt a bit
It got better as it went; I mean, I've recovered from it
They say you don't remember; they say it can only be redeemed
The day comes up; the day comes up
'Cause the night is done; 'cause the world is round
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear that you quit
Just because you're overworked and under...
Too many chances
And not enough take
Too bad so many
Too little, too late
This distraction could go on forever
But brother, it's a clean slate
It's a clean slate
The day comes up; the day comes up
'Cause the night is done; 'cause the world is round
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear that you quit
Just because you're overworked and under-privileged