captain clock

he keeps on moving his mustache, gets you fussy, makes you rush, he's got no legs but he walks, he's got no mouth but talks, tick tack, click clack, he pulls a trigger, pulls it back, my time, your time is under attack, we run on a circle track, a bossy three-handed man, who gives me a triple slap in my face, years of tension, a second of slack, he is so tiny but hard to embrace, from the top of the world he shows you, no respect, don't regret, we're screwed, if time is gold, we are broke for good, hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute, by towers supported, on a human wrist resorting, there's no word "retired", for the soldier with the shoulder straps, phlegmatic eyes dilated, trickin' tick-tacktics underrated, time to eat, time to sleep, time to go back to your soil crib, time to go back to your soil crib, oh what a mechanical miracle, global dictator, massive superior, like a winding toy that sits at the porch, this bull-headed boy, is a watchman on the life-time verge, from the top of the world he shows you, no respect, don't regret, we're screwed, if time is gold, we are broke for good, hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute, striking, beating, sweeping our lives away, the more we struggle, the more we lose our precious days, hearts are swinging to the rhythm of imminence, should we never grab a tail of what we cannot own?, our time is a snail, running faster than any wind, any wind can blow, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, any wind can blow, striking, beating, sweeping our lives away, striking, beating, sweeping our lives away