His arm starts it All our vision That sooner or later God, no, will come for us all Got nothing twisted right Turn, I may not take it all The clock’s unwound and it's sorer I tell ya my thirties came just like hitting the wall [?] my next scream I choose the ladder on the freight or the fall I'm fed up and I'm finished I can say that with conviction Wondering where I went wrong If I’ve done anything at all I was set up from beginnings I could prove it, but I don’t have to Sure, I’ve done a lot of things wrong But you haven’t seen anything... The rest ha ha ha I don’t know a shoulder that could handle the weight Awakened by a sweat, so shivering Call in revolution on the questionable pace I'm fed up and I'm finished I can say that with conviction Wondering where I went wrong If I’ve done anything at all I was set up from beginning I could prove it, but I don’t have to Sure, I’ve done a lot of things wrong But you haven’t seen anything