Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past It's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass These bitter litanies you keep repeating Are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching Each moment in your company Was of more quantity than quality My hopes and dreams transparent phantoms This Wayward Son's Irrational Anthems Not worth spending quantity time Life is hunger, life is pain Never ending quantity time Toe the line, take the strain Awake in bed in quantity time Hate to say I told you so Long time dead in quantity time Next stop Hell, not far to go My vision is obscured, blurred by tears of anger These four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor My broken heart screams out "someone repair me Or please lay me in the cemetery" 'cause you've taken all that's best, you see So I'll lay to rest the rest of me You cannot hold a dream to ransom Or silence my Irrational Anthem Not worth spending quantity time Life is hunger, life is pain Never ending quantity time Toe the line, take the strain Awake in bed in quantity time Hate to say I told you so Long time dead in quantity time Next stop Hell, not far to go