March 31, 2004

Cr'ock on the Work (Automatic)

Cr'ock on the Work

Clock

When you wake up, the same day recurs again.
You can't think straight, and your feet shake with Parkinson's.

Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work

With that you are unable to work. Recurring senslessly.
With those hands, you've forgotten all of your dreams.

Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work

Automatic ~ It's started to roll again without you even noticing, recurring.
Automatic ~ Even if you get it in hand it's too late, you've grown old not worth a penny.

I bet you'd like to take off and fly out of here.
How long will you keep staring at what is right in front of you?

Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work
Clock on the Work

Automatic ~ It's started to roll again without you even noticing, recurring.
Automatic ~ Even if you get it in hand it's too late, you've grown old not worth a penny.
Automatic ~ It's started to roll again without you even noticing, recurring.
Automatic ~ Even if you get it in hand it's too late, you've grown old not worth a penny.

[I assumed Crock is really Clock]

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Posted on March 31, 2004 8:57 AM
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