I’ll throw the clock against the wall at nine when it starts ringing —
Raining springs and wheels. We’ll take cover in the covers; kill some time
And sleep ’til twelve when bells ring in the church across the street. The
Metal creatures keep the beat — the way it’s been since 1600. Shoot them!
Get my gun… They’re dead! Get back to bed. Kill time. We’ll sleep…
Sleep… sleep ’til six, when all the offices unload their bodies; checking
Watches made in switzerland. I’ll fix them. I’ll slip a bullet in a zero
And like a hero i’ll crawl back to bed and sleep… sleep…. sleep. ’til
Nine (I’ll throw the clock against the wall. I never could stand clocks at
All!)
