On a clear day
You can see yourself in real estates and shop windows
I'm all ears today
And besides, it's your birthday
What else can I do?
I'm insatiable, inner animal
God damn it, there's no reasonable telling why

I'm the tick, tick, tocking on the wall
Red, fine, crooked lines and all
Between the time you bide and the time you waste

With haste we steady go
Taken for a long, bitter joke
I'm melting to the road, the endless kind

I'm the tick, tick, tocking on the wall
Red, fine, crooked lines and all
Between the time you bide and the time you waste

We're shrinking our damn guts to save for enough
For enough, for enough
We'll cheat until we're rich as shit
Open up, open up, open up
And tell me, tell me what is wrong with a little cheapened sale
A symbol for what I disgust
Now show me what is real

I'm the tick, tick, tocking on the wall
Red, fine, crooked lines and all
Between the time you bide and the time you waste
The tick, tick, tocking on the wall
Red, fine, crooked lines and all
Between the time you bide and the time you waste
Between the time you bide and the time you waste


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