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Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah Well you can write to me your truth and happenin's inside Or sell me a world that I don't need, then hitch a ride The driver laughs, we chase behind, tryin' to match his pace You change our heads and you make our beds It's a hopeless race You're gettin' it all your way, you can't tell wrong from right And right now you've got to pay 'Cause right now it's minutes to midnight Well you can tell me all about politics and kings Or the price of cars and whisky jars and a million other things But it seems to me my friend, a lot of lines are left unsaid When the speaker has the only key to get inside his head You're gettin' it all your way, you can't tell wrong from right But right now you've got to pay 'Cause right now, it's minutes to midnight, yeah, ah yeah No use in getting uptight, no use in startin' a fight It's up to you now to make it alright Your clocks readin' minutes to midnight You're speakin' too late Take my money, spend my life and do my thinkin' for me Letras de cancionesNegotiate and sell my time, till we come down from the tree You just stand with a book in your hand, walkin' my high wire And lead our way for all who pay, from fryin' pan to fire You're gettin' it all you're way, you can't tell wrong from right And right now you've got to pay 'Cause right now, it's minutes to midnight, yeah It's gettin' too late No use in gettin' uptight, no use in startin' a fight It's up to you now to make it alright Your clock's reading minutes to midnight No use in gettin' uptight, no use in startin' a fight From Letras Mania