Cliche

Everything I do In spite of what is true Everything I say It's always in the way When you roll up your sleeves It's a sign of the times When you're down on your knees Cause it feels like the end Well I hate to say that it's true Writing's on the wall Read just before it falls Speaking in cliches Is it naive to say When we roll up our sleeves It's a sign of the times Just get up for me please Cause this might be the end And l hate to say that it's true