I think you better run for your life Call up the pharmacist 'Cuz you need some help to sleep Now you're the best of friends 'Cuz dirty habits, they don't come cheap Now your palms are growing sweaty Sure as hell they should be 'Cuz you're miles away from ready And you've underestimated me I've made up my mind You'll be forgotten at best Stock options, vacation time Now the clock says... I think you better run for your life Call all your fair-weather, Wall-Street friends And laugh how we're all so dumb You're tie is the noose around your neck Who's gonna bail you outta this one? Got a boat, and some exotic homes So, I guess the jokes on me But when it settles out, you're gonna find All them toys, they ain't that sweet This world's got a funny way of turning out I think it's funny the way you've turned out