Clockwork - Intellectual

Shit sleep and a bottle of green listerine for my teeth

Bro I breathe, it’s so minty

Yeah they’re easy to clean

But I don’t and my gums bleed

Hit the bike just to keep me chill

Till I spill, fill my eyes with some roadkill

Hedgehog’s out here with its' guts all on the road

Now my morning kind of blows

Oh how it goes

And I’m telling you it’s just like clockwork man

Same hands different day (same hands)

Same hands different day (different day)

Ten TV’s blare about ten different wars

As I shop for another cheap HDMI cord

I found it, it’s 7 bucks!

(ah cheers Kmart)

Think I'll go get subway

(yeah hold thе olives)

Keith from year 9’s mum just kickеd the bucket

But I got 5 bucks from this scratchy so Keith can suck it

You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had, I’ll tell ya

It’s like that one from last week but a different shade of piss

And it all ticks around like clockwork

Same hands different day

(same hands)

Same hands different day

(different day)

And I’ll send it

I’ll bend it till it’s bound to break

Until it’s bound to break

Poor me

What a pity

File away at my teeth till I

Can smile and I know that I just won’t bite

Poor me

Ain’t it pretty

Can’t spare a buck on charity

I gotta save 20 for drinks at the end of the week

Poor me

I'll trade a moment of awareness

For a day of distraction

I’ll tell all my friends I care

For some self satisfaction

I’m a good person

I think it’s really bad

But if you don’t beer/bear me now

It’s gonna be a drag

I’ll learn the difference ‘tween a wharf and a jetty

I’ll buy a pricier brand of canned spaghetti

Coz I was that dick who threw that egg on your porch

From a yard a block away

And it all ticks around like clockwork

It all ticks around like clockwork

It all ticks around

It all ticks a-

Appalled and shallow and nauseous is me

I wake with new headlines ‘bout cheats, leaks and greed

A bigot in heat arrests a kid for weed

Pity, concede, proceed

Idle thought when you know ‘bout it all

Post up when you care about what you read

Fall short when you're shot by your sloth

Pity, concede, proceed

I’ll bend it till it’s bound to break

Until it’s bound to break

And you know it’s gonna break

Poor me

What a pity

File away at my teeth so I

Can smile and I know that I just won’t bite

Poor me

Ain’t it pretty

Can’t spare a buck for charity

I gotta save 20 for drinks at the end of the week

Poor me