Ho - Alf !
Aye - whit ?
are ye talking to me or chewin' a brick ?
Listen - all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
I have to be careful not to Preach
I cant pretend that I can Teach
And yet - Ive lived your futures out
By pounding stages like a clown
And on the streets the broken glass
And bloody faces slowly pass
The sirens and empty streets
They all belong to me you know
