Depeche Mode - Useless

Useless

Well its about time
Its beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth
All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind
All your stupid ideals
Youve got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste
All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
All your stupid ideals
Youve got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
A question of time
I have got to get to you first
Before they do
Its just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I have got to get to you first
Its just a question of time
Well now you are only fifteen
And you look good
I will take you under my wing
Somebody should
Theyve persuasi have ways
And you wi will believe what they say
Its just a question of time
Its running out for you
It wont be long until you wi will do
Exactly what they want you to
I can see them now
Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one
Its just a question of time
Its running out for you
It wont be long until you wi will do
Exactly what they want you to
Sometimes I dont blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds
Its just a question of time
It should be better
Its just a question of time
It should be better with you
Its just a question of time