there’s no award worth winning
there’s no living to be made
if we don’t set the clock we’re checking out
because nothing makes this song worth singing
there’s no one left swimming
there’s no voice to serenade
if he won’t fall upon the hand grenade
but nothing makes this song worth singing
the self destruction lean
is bursting at the seams
with volunteers for you and me
your deconstructive lean
is tearing out the seams
this is not the one for me
if we don’t set the clock we’re checking out