"Useless" - Depeche Mode

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

(um ano depois, a música é a mesma, mas muda de lado - c´est la vie - e até tenho um postal para por aqui, de um outro sábado nostálgico...)