Be Under No Illusions Songtext
von Stevie Mac

Close the door comin′ in from work each evening
The cold makes an impression on your face
There's something here you can′t quite picture
It winds unconsciously inside your brain

All the lovers' notes and antidotes
And endless coffee shots that sail you home
Oh lord
Be under no illusions in the precious little time you call your own

Phosphorescent glowing figures
Charting out the balance of your days
But if you closely scrutinise them
They fall apart in oh so many ways


If you chase the almighty dollar for a living
You will reap what you sow
Oh lord
Be under no illusions in the precious little time you call your own

If the common man has got you second-guessing
If you're the smartest person in the room
Well they′re just grabbin′ desperate at your coat-tails
You'll always have the Nuremberg excuse

But if the things destroyed in your employ
Leave you with sins for which you must atone
Oh lord
Be under no illusions in the precious little time you call your own
Be under no illusions in the precious little time you call your own