Låttexter: Lard. The Last Temptation Of Reid. I Am Your Clock.
I am your clock
I am your religion
I am your shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done without my approval
I own you, I own you
I decide how long you sleep
And how much rest
You are ever allowed
I decide what you desire
I deny you time to think
I am the mirror, constant humiliation
That follows and shadows you wherever you go
And blocks out the light
At the end of every tunnel you try
Be on time
Be on schedule
Always feel like you're always late
Always feel like you're always late
And need more scolding and punishment
Do not daydream
Do not dilly-dally
Do not fall behind
Wings are flapping right behind you
You know what's coming next
As I swoop down like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your back
And drag you back to square one again
The pain gets a little worse every time
Crash, crumple, crash, crumple
Do not pass go, do not collect
Your dignity and your self respect
Give up, it's over
Give up, it's over
No time allowed to try something you like
The bills were all due yesterday
You've failed, you're through
You've failed, you're through
First we form our habits then they form us
We dress up as someone else every day
Gingerbread houses, fireplace surprises
What tastes best the witches won't let you have
These days having a baby
Is like what having a BMW used to be
While they're asleep
Play these new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal messages
I like mom, I like school
I like to study, I like rule
I am the school teacher who yelled at you
For not paying attention
And shamed you in front of the entire class
And dragged you around the room by the hair
This is what happens to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is messy
Be neat like the others
Follow orders
Obey what is put in front of you
Imagination is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of your life
Your counselor wants a word with you
If you liked school, you'll love work
Resign yourself to a job you'll hate
Get a hobby but keep it in the garage
Shove yourself into a slot
Despise your ideas your boss knows best
We can't all do what we want to do
Always settle for what you're told to expect
Do not take chances you might fail
And you don't want to find out the hard way
How our society treats
The misfits
The ones who make mistakes
Bad failure
Bad failure
Homeless depression
Mental hospitals, murder
Born on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the spirit
Why do people chase so many useless toys
In search of the perfect baby sitter?
For just 19.95 and just thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could have the full rich experience of parenthood
Without the mess of the real thing
It's called Video Baby
From Creative Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the enjoyment
And none of the commitment
I am your calendar, there is no escape
I am why you're so afraid to respect yourself
I led you down garden path after path
With carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but never embrace
Peek in the wrong door
I slam it on your fingers
Go back, adventure is not allowed
Go back, not allowed
I leave you exhausted
Henpecked and afraid
Never enough bounty
Never enough nerve
To reach out for something better
Than the grind you call your life
The hatch of your hamster cage is open
But guess who waits just outside the door
Stay on your treadmill
Keep running on that wire wheel
Briefcase in hand
Money rains down just out of reach
You'll burn out soon enough
It's all part of the plan
When you're no longer useful
You can finally retire
To the glue factory of your choice
Free at last to scratch your head
Wondering what happened
Find how time flew
Right past you
Free at last to wonder what happened
Free at last, I bid you goodbye
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
I am your religion
I am your shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done without my approval
I own you, I own you
I decide how long you sleep
And how much rest
You are ever allowed
I decide what you desire
I deny you time to think
I am the mirror, constant humiliation
That follows and shadows you wherever you go
And blocks out the light
At the end of every tunnel you try
Be on time
Be on schedule
Always feel like you're always late
Always feel like you're always late
And need more scolding and punishment
Do not daydream
Do not dilly-dally
Do not fall behind
Wings are flapping right behind you
You know what's coming next
As I swoop down like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your back
And drag you back to square one again
The pain gets a little worse every time
Crash, crumple, crash, crumple
Do not pass go, do not collect
Your dignity and your self respect
Give up, it's over
Give up, it's over
No time allowed to try something you like
The bills were all due yesterday
You've failed, you're through
You've failed, you're through
First we form our habits then they form us
We dress up as someone else every day
Gingerbread houses, fireplace surprises
What tastes best the witches won't let you have
These days having a baby
Is like what having a BMW used to be
While they're asleep
Play these new age cassettes
To transmit subliminal messages
I like mom, I like school
I like to study, I like rule
I am the school teacher who yelled at you
For not paying attention
And shamed you in front of the entire class
And dragged you around the room by the hair
This is what happens to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is messy
Be neat like the others
Follow orders
Obey what is put in front of you
Imagination is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of your life
Your counselor wants a word with you
If you liked school, you'll love work
Resign yourself to a job you'll hate
Get a hobby but keep it in the garage
Shove yourself into a slot
Despise your ideas your boss knows best
We can't all do what we want to do
Always settle for what you're told to expect
Do not take chances you might fail
And you don't want to find out the hard way
How our society treats
The misfits
The ones who make mistakes
Bad failure
Bad failure
Homeless depression
Mental hospitals, murder
Born on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the spirit
Why do people chase so many useless toys
In search of the perfect baby sitter?
For just 19.95 and just thirteen minutes out of your busy day
You could have the full rich experience of parenthood
Without the mess of the real thing
It's called Video Baby
From Creative Programming Incorporated
Offering all of the enjoyment
And none of the commitment
I am your calendar, there is no escape
I am why you're so afraid to respect yourself
I led you down garden path after path
With carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but never embrace
Peek in the wrong door
I slam it on your fingers
Go back, adventure is not allowed
Go back, not allowed
I leave you exhausted
Henpecked and afraid
Never enough bounty
Never enough nerve
To reach out for something better
Than the grind you call your life
The hatch of your hamster cage is open
But guess who waits just outside the door
Stay on your treadmill
Keep running on that wire wheel
Briefcase in hand
Money rains down just out of reach
You'll burn out soon enough
It's all part of the plan
When you're no longer useful
You can finally retire
To the glue factory of your choice
Free at last to scratch your head
Wondering what happened
Find how time flew
Right past you
Free at last to wonder what happened
Free at last, I bid you goodbye
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
On your own, to wait to die
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