Well I was never much of a scholar
Not much good at school
And a tradesman's task
Yeah, I guess I was just too small

Whenever that dreaded age of innocence
Swept away my smile
My attention span always seemed to run wild

When the clock strikes three
It'll be up to me
With the answers left
There ain't no writing on the wall

When the clock strikes four
You'll be out the door
With no more
Writing on the wall

Well I've pitied the fool
Who just can't let go
Clinging to his future
And to what he'll never know

And to all the girls that hung me out to dry
But why?
When all the truths you've been taught
Is just one big lie

When the clock strikes three
It'll be up to me
With the answers left
There ain't no writing on the wall

When the clock strikes four
You'll be out the door
With no more
Writing on the wall

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

Well I was never much of a scholar
Not much good at school
And a tradesman's task
Well, I guess I was just too small

Well I've pitied the fool
Who just can't let go
And clinging to his future
And to what he'll never know

I said an eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

And I said an eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

I said an eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick

An eye for a brow
A tooth for a pick


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