Now I can hear the clockwork
Don't touch me, babe, roll over
Or your lying lines
It's like your daddy says
In a berth of the port wharf
Sound up on the whore's hill
The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler
Now I can hear the broken bell
But I hear it very minor
It's like your daddy says
O but I didn't sing this song
You gotta do some clockwork.
O singer, I don't believe your song
The song of the penitent sailor upon what stage?
You've gotta do some clockwork
It has me listening for the song bird
For second hand women's things
You've gotta do some clockwork
O working girl, you don't get 'round enough
You've gotta do some clockwork
You've gotta do some clockwork
Clockwork, all clockwork
O brother, you don't know what you've got
But I hear it very minor
For countless prying man's hands
O working girl, you don't get 'round enough
Paragon, Minerva, Stella
Only time flies
Bickering like little girls
Or your lying lines
Sometimes you hear the broken bell
Clockwork, all clockwork
Both brief and slow
Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo
The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale
O brother, you don't know what you've got
Clockwork, all clockwork
It has me reaching for the hidden rail
A material blue and tailored and time is a tailor
O singer, I don't believe your song
Only time flies
A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler
