My hair's all wrong. My time ain't long.

Fishy go to heaven, get along, get along.

I'm having too much fun to get anything done.

Leave me be. I'm not hurting anyone.

I took a long weekend in the psychedelic shack

And when you cross that bridge you ain't never coming back.

Ive got scars and stripes and burns,

Ive got the law of diminishing returns.

Ive got a one-way ticket to a pit of Council lime

I've barely got a minute till I'm in it

But for you I've got time.

A little bit of time.

Luminous. Leguminous. Salubrious. Lugubrious.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

Oh, baby!

A small boy who just watched his cousin being shot

Is being pushed down a mine coz we've got to have the lithium.

Forced labour, privatised jails.

Yeah and all that that entails.

Tik tok. Never mind. You're gonna live forever.

Yeah in a razor wire dormitory,

Working on the long shift, doing what you're told to,

Doing what you're told to,

Doing what we used to call time.

(It's murder.)

Respectable. Bespectacled. Electable. Detestable.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

Oh, baby!

I've overdone the underside and now I am undone.

There's no one here to see, though, cos I don't see anyone.

And if I hadn't told you that, you never would have known,

Unless I told you secretly when we were all alone.

Things are running slow. Things are running low.

You can have one more but then we gotta go.

One more before the bottle. One more before the mast.

One more shot for Davy Jones, better make it fast.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

You don't need me to tell you what it's all about.

Time's running out. The money's running out.

Oh, baby!