Lyrics:
the grave.
They say I might as well face the truth.
That I'm just too long in the tooth.
I've started to deteriorate
And now I've passed my own sell-by
and chased four mice
Caught by their tails they turned to ice
A cloud appeared outside my door
And through the window saw four more
And on the back
That forevermore I'll wait for you
The clock will tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when
I was 18 years old just a research volunteer;
I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear.
One particular starry 11 o'clock
I went down by
that zone
Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump
Who'd rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch
Young ones bustin'
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
With all those people!
Don't you know anything?"
Drinking steadily into the night
Doing a sailors' dance
Far below the clock towers' height
I fell
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
do great
Lurking in the shadows with you on my mind
I'm engulfed by your beauty:
I'm a man who's gone blind
Watching you move so graceful this
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed
Number one with a bullet, that's cocked to squeeze
He's artist of the year, who can touch me son?
Like Jimmy Casta,
Hear that train rollin' down the track
Passin' by this old shack
Whistle blow and it blow again
Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind
from 5 around the clock
(Hook 1)
(Hook 2: Guerilla Black)
Jack town - what's the business?
New York - what's the business?
New Orleans - what's
o'clock and ending at dawn
and you can't go back but you're going back
and you don't know what you'll say
you've got half-formed sentences
was searching, until I found it
And I saw it in you
It seems so real, but I can feel me
Getting closer to you
If clocks could stop, time wouldn't
from the spirit cloud
All the songbirds in the tree
Chant a tune to let the spirits free
Then we see them in the night
Spirits jumpin' by the fire
will be one never-ending "hope you're feeling better"
You get your choice of an aesthetic
Ah we need to chop your clock off tick tock, tick tock, tick
I hear alarm clocks ringing
I hear the sirens singing
I hear my neighbors screaming
Just one floor below
I watch the traffic passing
That boy
we don't want to talk about it
Or be defined by what we do
Before you leave that job
Go steal some pens and take a shit on the clock
the average man's planet he can't fathom
That he can ever be anything other than stats, fat and taxable
He's getting his usual, ritual 2 o'clock cup of noodles
machine
Chorus
Guitar solo
Grinding winding drop the clutch and let her fly
Speeding leading feel the seconds ticking by
Beat the clock take your turn
Feel
up most the beer everytime
By nine o'clock got a half case between us
Pull into the quick pick Lendell had to have some smoke
There sit Susie in
impressed by me
All the things that I've done and see how I try
I want to drown in your flattery
you're making me hold my head so low
to all my brothers
I lost my dignity, I lost who I am.
My biggest problem is; I've become civilized.
Take my ?, known by no one.
My clock is ticking.
Don't even
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