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I Am Your Clock
作詞:C. Hammer, C. Lewis
I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval
I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep And how much rest You are ever allowed
I decide what you desire I deny you time to think I am the mirror, constant humiliation That follows and shadows you wherever you go
And blocks out the light At the end of every tunnel you try Be on time Be on schedule
Always feel like you're always late Always feel like you're always late And need more scolding and punishment
Do not daydream Do not dilly-dally Do not fall behind Wings are flapping right behind you
You know what's coming next As I swoop down like a hungry owl And sink my talons into your back And drag you back to square one again
The pain gets a little worse every time Crash, crumple, crash, crumple Do not pass go, do not collect Your dignity and your self respect
Give up, it's over Give up, it's over No time allowed to try something you like The bills were all due yesterday
You've failed, you're through You've failed, you're through
First we form our habits then they form us We dress up as someone else every day Gingerbread houses, fireplace surprises What tastes best the witches won't let you have
These days having a baby Is like what having a BMW used to be While they're asleep Play these new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal messages I like mom, I like school I like to study, I like rule
I am the school teacher who yelled at you For not paying attention And shamed you in front of the entire class And dragged you around the room by the hair
This is what happens to boys and girls Whose penmanship is messy Be neat like the others Follow orders
Obey what is put in front of you Imagination is the ultimate sin You can't be creative the rest of your life Your counselor wants a word with you
If you liked school, you'll love work もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Resign yourself to a job you'll hate Get a hobby but keep it in the garage Shove yourself into a slot
Despise your ideas your boss knows best We can't all do what we want to do Always settle for what you're told to expect Do not take chances you might fail
And you don't want to find out the hard way How our society treats The misfits The ones who make mistakes
Bad failure Bad failure Homeless depression Mental hospitals, murder
Born on the cutting room floor Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the spirit Why do people chase so many useless toys In search of the perfect baby sitter?
For just 19.95 and just thirteen minutes out of your busy day You could have the full rich experience of parenthood Without the mess of the real thing
It's called Video Baby From Creative Programming Incorporated Offering all of the enjoyment And none of the commitment
I am your calendar, there is no escape I am why you're so afraid to respect yourself I led you down garden path after path With carrots on a stick I'll let you taste but never embrace
Peek in the wrong door I slam it on your fingers Go back, adventure is not allowed Go back, not allowed
I leave you exhausted Henpecked and afraid Never enough bounty Never enough nerve
To reach out for something better Than the grind you call your life
The hatch of your hamster cage is open But guess who waits just outside the door Stay on your treadmill Keep running on that wire wheel
Briefcase in hand Money rains down just out of reach You'll burn out soon enough It's all part of the plan
When you're no longer useful You can finally retire To the glue factory of your choice Free at last to scratch your head Wondering what happened
Find how time flew Right past you Free at last to wonder what happened Free at last, I bid you goodbye
On your own, to wait to die On your own, to wait to die On your own, to wait to die On your own, to wait to die
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