Beck – Clock

Has it come and gone?

Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?

Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to 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 tell me sir?

I got no place to be

The money meter's taking everything I see

Is it gums in lovely bums 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 tell me sir?

I got no place to be

The money meter's taking everything I see

Has 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