I'm feeling so alone now
They cut the telephone, uh, huh
Yeah, my life is just a mess

I threw it all away now
I could have made a fortune
I lost the craving for success

And as the acrobats, they tumble
And so the corn begins to crumble
While in the mirror
She admires a brand new dress

Live on the second floor now
They're trying to bust the door down
Soon I'll have a new address

So much for liberation
They'll have a celebration
Yeah, I've been under too much stress

And as the clouds begin to rumble
So the juggler makes his fumble
And the sun upon my wall is getting less

Don't, give a damn
Fight, while you can
Kill, shoot 'em up
They'll, they'll run amok
Shout, Judas
Loud, they'll hear us
Soldier, sailor
Who's your jailer?
They'll run for cover when they discover
Everyone's a nervous wreck now

I used to think she was so nimble
I would have bought her as a symbol
But now I can't afford the pen
To sign her checks

I Don't give a damn
Fight, while you can
Kill, shoot 'em up
They'll, yeah, they'll run amok
Shout, Judas
Loud, they'll hear us
Soldier, sailor
Who's your jailer?
They'll run for cover when they discover
Everyone's a nervous wreck now

Life's just a bummer, they got your number
Well, give as good as we get now
Rise from the gutter, stick with each other
We'll drive 'em over the edge now
They're gonna bleed, that's what they need
We'll get together and blow their cover
We're ready (yeah, we're ready)
Yeah, we're ready (yeah, we're ready)
Yeah, we're ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, we're ready)
Oh, we're ready, ready (yeah, we're ready)
Ah, we're ready, yeah (yeah, we're ready)

(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready now)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready now)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready)
(Yeah, we're ready now)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Richard Davies, Roger Hodgson