Watchmaker Lyrics

Watchmaker stops
Looks up to the clock
It’s always been off
His work is all wrong

He slips out the back door
Down to the factory floor
To watch her do her chores
The one that he adores

Gather up the newspapers
And put them on the fire
Winter time stings
Of life & things
That pass before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes

You’re on the street
You’re turning tricks
It’s spring time training for greedy pricks

You’re spinning webs
That have been spun
You’re making room for everyone

You’re driving car
You’re moving house
You’re country Man
You’re city Mouse

You view the sunsets
from the rooftops
You make the bets
You call the shots

The Holy Grail
The Steak & Stein
A taste of death
A sip of wine

Ignore that itch
It’s just your mind
Slipping through the sands of time

And standing on the welcome mat
At the office of the upper class
The doorknob said:
“Don’t touch unless
You’ve got the will
to break their backs”

The backs that broke
To make the mats
The lies they told
To create the facts
The sweaty-handshake shady pacts
If they don’t know they can’t react

Gather up the newspapers
And put them on the fire
Winter time stings
Of life & things
That pass before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes
Before your eyes