You've been standing by yourself
All along the line
I've been watching someone else
'Cause I think that you're too fine

And it seems that you
Are lonely too
And I'd love to kiss you
But love won't do

'Cause I know
You'd take my heart away
And I know
You'd make my heart a slave

You've been seeing a friend of mine
No one knows the score
I've been stuck in a dead end life
And I couldn't take it no more

And it seems that you
Are lonely too
And I'd love to kiss you
But love won't do

'Cause I know
You'd take my heart away
And I know
You'd make my heart a slave

I was born in the land of plenty
I was raised as a privileged child
This was once a great community
So they say, I don't know why
We built ships and automobiles
We made unions, guns and steel
Money talks in the angel's silence
Selling out once great ideals.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Born with promise and chance of plenty,
Walked that road in paramount shoes.
Couldn't play the abacus melody,
All I ever wanted was to be of use.

One big quire of mocking birds,
Cover the sky like a big f-word.
Fame will get you heaps of treasure,
Dedication is just a word.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Living in a ghost town, feeling like a class clown,
Running with the magpies, walking like a crow.
Never saw the factory when it made out history,
Now it's just a patch where pennyroyal grows.

Time moves like Spiders
Over the face of the clock
Time's forward violence
Eating away at the heart

Another hour's past
They never seem to last
Another day goes by
No matter how I try
I've come to hate all clocks
How every second knocks
I wish I could reverse
This quaint arachnid hearse

I can't stand the spiders
I can't bare their crawl

The clock is ticking
'Til the point of no return
It'll keep on ticking
'Til the day you crash and burn

Time's web of severance
Where all remain until dark
Heads facing backwards
Like marionettes on a stalk