Depeche Mode - Ultra : Useless
 

Depeche Mode



Ultra



Useless





Well it's about time







It's 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







You've 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







You've got your head in the clouds







You should see how it feels







With your feet on the ground