Type A Lyrics

Now It's Overhead Type A

I am type a
Meyer friedman
On time
Deadline
Short fuse
Spread thin

I am going through with it
Are you coming too?

My right brain weakens
Disconnected
I waste it

I make a tight fist
I'm in a long race
No sign
Of no change
No chance no way

What's it coming to?
Your guess

You tell me you believe
My days are numbered
Lower by the minute

Blood pressure rising
Higher than it can get
And that's it