Now I can hear the broken bell
Both brief and slow
Now I can hear the clockwork
You've gotta do some clockwork
Or your lying lines

Only time flies
Clockwork, all clockwork
For countless prying man's hands

Or your lying lines
And I don't know how to stop it from its accidental purpose

You've gotta do some clockwork
But I hear it very minor
But I hear it very minor
You gotta do some clockwork.

The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler

O working girl, you don't get 'round enough
Don't touch me, babe, roll over
It has me listening for the song bird
It's like your daddy says
Paragon, Minerva, Stella
The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale

For second hand women's things

A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler

O brother, you don't know what you've got
Sometimes you hear the broken bell
You've gotta do some clockwork
Sound up on the whore's hill
It has me reaching for the hidden rail

Clockwork, all clockwork
O singer, I don't believe your song
Only time flies
You've gotta do some clockwork

O singer, I don't believe your song
In a berth of the port wharf
Bickering like little girls
O working girl, you don't get 'round enough
O but I didn't sing this song
O brother, you don't know what you've got

Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo
The song of the penitent sailor upon what stage?
It's like your daddy says
A material blue and tailored and time is a tailor
Clockwork, all clockwork