Clock

Is it come and gone

Is it long before the spirit'shaves his legs?

Is it wrapped in trash

Sent back to a sanitation tank?

Is it disinfected, disconnected

'Til it grafts some wires?

Is it sped up, spun around

Brown and yellow in the fires?



What is this town?

They said I got no place to be

The money meter's taking everything I see



Is it comes in lovely bones

That put their shirts on ice?

Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?

Is it normal, born-again?

Let the vultures drink and drown

Is it's force from weathers?

Birds of feathers never frown



What is this town? They said I got no place to be

The money meter's taking everything I see



Is it come and gone

Is it long before the spirit'shaves his legs?



What is this town? They said I got no place to be

The money meter's taking everything I see