No Inbetween

So pardon me boys

I'm gonna be late

I don't have the choice

I've got to get into shape

It's eight on the nose

And I gotta go

So pass me my coat

I've got to get to the show

Ain't got no feeling

Ain't got no pain

Ain't got no reason

To try again

Don't need no finger

To point at me

Can't let it linger

I must get free

So send me away

'Cause I need a break

What more can I say

There's just so much I can take

But don't be so sad

I'm feeling alright

It won't be so bad

If I can get through tonight

It seemed so simple

Let's go out and have some fun

Someone to play to

We didn't know what we'd begun

Then as things grew

We really thought we had it made

But soon we all knew

That we'd be ending up like slaves

The simple fact is

There really ain't no inbetween

You're either up there

Or scurryin' 'round and lookin' lean

And when you're up there

They just can't wait to tear you down

Just like a treadmill

You find yourself goin' 'round and 'round

So pardon me boys

I'm gonna be late

I don't have the choice

I've got to get into shape

So just one more time

Yeah that is for sure

And then I'll be fine

Ah but I've said it before