Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock The room that you're in , room number 101, and there you are now And you roll over on your side, and you wish that you had died, and you wish that it had happened a very long time ago It's the natural situation of pain and circumstance Of decisions made so very long ago for you Where are you now? Dead on the ground It's the natural situation, a cancer irritation And it strikes every twelve seconds, like a metronome that never stops Tick, tick, tick, nothing you can do I remember when you said, someday you'd see me dead Well, where are you now? Dead on the ground And you think back to so very long ago To someone you used to know Someone, her name is Anatole, and now she's lying in the ground And speaks without a sound It's the natural situation, a cancer irritation, of time, time, time That just so rudely runs right out on you Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock Six A.M. and the nurse opens the door, walks up to you And all of your life, you thought you'd get away, for just one little day The nurse looks down at you And this is where you come to 24 years, just to lie in this bed Look up at her, so very, very closely now, and ask her just this one timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
