Clock - Beck

Has 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 its force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?

Has 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 need is taking everything i see