Clock Songtext / Lyric

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.