Clockwork - Augie March

It’s too hot, babe, pull the covers back

Don’t touch me, babe, I don’t remember ever liking that

Don’t touch me, babe, roll over

O brother, you don’t know what you’ve got

Only time flies

O brother, you don’t know what you’ve got

Only time flies

You’ve gotta do some clockwork

Sometimes you hear the broken bell

Sound up on the whore’s hill

The ladies clamor for the Salvo’s sale

Bickering like little girls

For second hand women’s things

For countless prying man’s hands

O working girl, you don’t get 'round enough

It’s like your daddy says

O working girl, you don’t get 'round enough

It’s like your daddy says

You gotta do some clockwork.

In a berth of the port wharf

The song of the penitent sailor upon what stage?

A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler

A material blue and tailored and time is a tailor

Both brief and slow

Now I can hear the broken bell

Now I can hear the clockwork

It has me reaching for the hidden rail

It has me listening for the song bird

But I hear it very minor

But I hear it very minor

O singer, I don’t believe your song

Or your lying lines

O singer, I don’t believe your song

Or your lying lines

You’ve gotta do some clockwork

You’ve gotta do some clockwork

You’ve gotta do some clockwork

The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler

Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo

Paragon, Minerva, Stella

Clockwork, all clockwork

Clockwork, all clockwork

Clockwork, all clockwork

O but I didn’t sing this song

And I don’t know how to stop it from its accidental purpose