Fresh from zones of moisture Obscured sight and fancy dreams Holy ma**, those 13 fancy dreams I am the one you warned me of I am the one who'd never, never lie Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair Bottles of blackness the blacker the spare I'll sit myself behind that clock And play tunes on it's belfry Five fingers have I to play them like ten Ten fingers have I to play them again In decimal chains whose mimic cry Whose notes will never, never fly Until they quit those timely tunes And entered that system from outside I am the one you warned me of I am the one who'd never, never lie