_chris_
03-19-2006, 11:03 PM
i've posted both of them here before, but their now in an edited form, and i reckon the final edit.
The Clock
There were voices in his head,
Oh the voices in his head!
But that he did not mind,
As the voices, they were kind
They were a comfort
But the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
It would drive him to his grave,
The way the tick-tock sound would pave,
Oh the tick-tock tick-tock.
People thought he was insane
To them it seemed quite plain
But they did not know the truth
They did not want to know the truth
But he was just another person
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
He tried with all his might,
To win his most difficult fight,
To beat the tick-tock tick-tock.
It was the world that let him die
Because they did not try
To cater for his needs
But his soul still begs and pleads
For someone who understands
Society let him down
They ignore, and wear their frowns
At anyone who is different.
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
It would push him to the brink,
Oh how low a man can sink!
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
That made him take his life
REVOLUTION O’ CLOCK
Screw you Mr. Blair
Fuck you Mr. Bush
Buddies alike
War partners alike
Evil allegiances set in stone
The proletariat have nothing to loose
But in the system we have
Nothing to gain.
Up with the rich
Down with the poor
Leave them rotting in an alley
Bleeding in a gutter
Hopes and dreams flowing steadily down the drain
Your heart pumps money not blood
Symbolizing your hate not your love
That love that died so many years ago
It died with your morals, your peace and your soul.
Left to the maggots and rats
Feasting on the remains of your discarded principles
Those things that would hold you back, make you stop, and say
“NO!”
Your tyrannous twisted treaties
Or your long laborious lies
Won’t have you saved on judgement day
At revolution o’ clock
We’ll seize you
And you shall learn
That you can’t push us around.
You will discover where the real power lies
The workers control will bring you down
It will force you to your knees!
As the final blow is delivered
The people united triumph!
The Clock
There were voices in his head,
Oh the voices in his head!
But that he did not mind,
As the voices, they were kind
They were a comfort
But the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
It would drive him to his grave,
The way the tick-tock sound would pave,
Oh the tick-tock tick-tock.
People thought he was insane
To them it seemed quite plain
But they did not know the truth
They did not want to know the truth
But he was just another person
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
He tried with all his might,
To win his most difficult fight,
To beat the tick-tock tick-tock.
It was the world that let him die
Because they did not try
To cater for his needs
But his soul still begs and pleads
For someone who understands
Society let him down
They ignore, and wear their frowns
At anyone who is different.
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
From the clock in the corner,
In the corner of his room,
That was signalling his doom,
It would push him to the brink,
Oh how low a man can sink!
It was the tick-tock tick-tock
That made him take his life
REVOLUTION O’ CLOCK
Screw you Mr. Blair
Fuck you Mr. Bush
Buddies alike
War partners alike
Evil allegiances set in stone
The proletariat have nothing to loose
But in the system we have
Nothing to gain.
Up with the rich
Down with the poor
Leave them rotting in an alley
Bleeding in a gutter
Hopes and dreams flowing steadily down the drain
Your heart pumps money not blood
Symbolizing your hate not your love
That love that died so many years ago
It died with your morals, your peace and your soul.
Left to the maggots and rats
Feasting on the remains of your discarded principles
Those things that would hold you back, make you stop, and say
“NO!”
Your tyrannous twisted treaties
Or your long laborious lies
Won’t have you saved on judgement day
At revolution o’ clock
We’ll seize you
And you shall learn
That you can’t push us around.
You will discover where the real power lies
The workers control will bring you down
It will force you to your knees!
As the final blow is delivered
The people united triumph!