Oh I wish sometimes that axe would fall
I'm tired of waiting
End the torture, once and for all
Hanging on by a fingertip on a sinking ship
Lost at sea, no port of call
Hanging in the air, no place to fall
Crowded waiting room
Doctor tells us come back, in the month of June
June, July, oh how time flies
Sitting on a bubble, waiting for the pop
Standing at attention, waiting for the shoe to drop
Dodged a bullet this time, lucky man I guess
But I've mixed feelings, I must confess
First shot missed, but the richochet hit
Naked man standing in a pile of shit
Standing by the road, looking for a ride
Rain falling hard to place to hide
Crowded waiting room
Doctor tells us come back, in the month of June
June, July, oh how time flies
Sitting on a bubble, waiting for the pop
Standing at attention, waiting for the shoe to drop
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na