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