Last chance to get me away from me
It's been thirty years, i'm still not free

Inside my skin and my blood flow
There's a tricky ghost i can't control

When will this ride end?
When do we get somewhere?
Tired of getting nowhere

Call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just make it stop

Everytime i pass by a window
I see a man just like me that i don't know

I'm through with making suggestions
If you want to move, then fucking go

Here we are again
A battle over weak-willed
Yet another standstill

Call it off . . . I think we've had enough
Just call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just make it stop
I've had enough

time to let it go

call it off