Paroles officielles de la chanson «Clockwork» : Augie March

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Paroles officielles de la chanson "Clockwork"

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

 
 


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