Where could you be, my candy clock

I lost you in the garden somewhere

The charity will have to shut

Tell all the spooks I hate their guts

The holy war I set in train

Will still obtain

Your kids, so pale and short

See, they will live in shopping carts

Which you can wheel from place to place

But they won't hate

Where could you be, my candy clock

I lost you in the garden somewhere

And now he squints, clenches his mouth

When they shout 'cut', he larks about

He starts to laugh into his phone

His lawyer's home

The men speak in decrees

Now crisis actors all they see

The bullets fly, blood seems to flow

It's just for show

Candy, candy

Where could you be?

Where could you be?

Where could you be?