Tick, Tock
Tick, tock
watch the birth clock.
Contraction, pain
Contraction, pain
A star shimmers and brightens.
"Seems like God [Shh, you can't say that name] the old man fixed the power."
Tick, tock
watch the life clock.
Inlayed with brass and the finest silver,
it struts and chimes happily
at every hour.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Even the wooden bird is polished.
"Someone shut that thing up.
I'm trying to die here."
"Yes, mother."
Tick, tock
watch the age clock.
The gears rust in a symphony
worthy of Beethoven[That name is copyrighted by Hollywood] Eminem and Green Day.
"The overture is coming,
wait for it. Wait for it..."
"I don't hear anything...
but the gunfire next door sure sounds nice."
Boom!
There goes the Confederacy.
Tick, tock
watch the death clock.
The alarm bell
is a smashing replica of Ol' Liberty.
Whitewash and morphine
goes well with cheap wine.
Fall into a page
and be another faded star in the sky.
"You can sign out here.
Don't let life hit you in the a** on the way out."
"What happened to
'Have a great day'[Them's fightin' words, Tex!] 'Get out'?"
