Clock — текст песни (Beck)

Is it come and gone?

Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?

Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in 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 need is 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?



What is this town? they said I got no place to be

The money need is taking everything I see



Is 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