He’d tell his mother how to
catch butterflies in plastic tubes
To crush, crush, crush them into paste
But now his neck-tie has him
He scours the newspaper for clues
about how his tails get tucked away
for the day, every day

Clickety-click-click-clickety-click

This bastard’s favourite threnody
is five clicks and a bang
a halting, reckless fantasy
he dreamt to chase the rain away
A dancing, dirge-ious, curious clink
One wonders what his wife will think

He’ll dance to one in six


He remembers how to type,
and when it’s best to clear the room
He remembers daddy’s hand-shake
Slap-slap, you’ll be a man soon
He wants to chill the waters
He wants to stew in silence
He wants to play the victim
wants to snap-snap the carousel shut

Clickety-click-click-clickety-click

This bastard’s favourite threnody
is five clicks and a bang
a halting, reckless fantasy
he dreamt to chase the rain away

A dancing, dirge-eous curious clink
One wonders what his wife will think

He’ll dance to one in six


Lyrics submitted by jmburge

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