No Inbetween

So pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show Ain't got no feelin' Ain't got no pain Ain't got no reason To try again Don't need no finger To point at me Can't let it linger I must get free So send me away 'Cause I need a break What more can I say? There's just so much I can take But don't be so sad I'm feelin' alright It won't be so bad If I can get through tonight It seemed so simple Let's go out and have some fun Someone to play to We didn't know what we'd begun Then as things grew We really thought we had it made But soon we all knew That we'd be ending up like slaves The simple fact is There really ain't no inbetween You're either up there Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean And when you're up there They just can't wait to tear you down Just like a treadmill You find yourself goin' 'round So pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape So just one more time Yeah, that is for sure And then I'll be fine Ah, but I've said it before