Lyric Warnings Moving Clockwise
DO RE MI: Warnings Moving Clockwise
That dog is vicious with a smile on his face
can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace
and Peter s crying wolf, this week he s eating from the streets
with one shoe on, with one shoe off, he s crawling on his feet
And there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
Changed my religion and I look to the east
and I check my local papers for the mark of the beast
It s the trumpets above me that disturb me the least
til my logical thinking is illogically ceased
Now there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze
and she devotes her energies to saving the trees
while I think of people dying on their knees
while we re two of the millions more ignoring their pleas
While there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
My hands are steady and I look to the skies
and I ask for a messenger who never replies
I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes
of a people who weather while society lies
Now there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
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-- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --
-- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au --
-- --
-- And the piano smells like a piano, --
-- And the microphone smells like a microphone, --
-- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar --
-- And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. --
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That dog is vicious with a smile on his face
can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace
and Peter s crying wolf, this week he s eating from the streets
with one shoe on, with one shoe off, he s crawling on his feet
And there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
Changed my religion and I look to the east
and I check my local papers for the mark of the beast
It s the trumpets above me that disturb me the least
til my logical thinking is illogically ceased
Now there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze
and she devotes her energies to saving the trees
while I think of people dying on their knees
while we re two of the millions more ignoring their pleas
While there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
My hands are steady and I look to the skies
and I ask for a messenger who never replies
I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes
of a people who weather while society lies
Now there s warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow
There s a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
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-- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --
-- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au --
-- --
-- And the piano smells like a piano, --
-- And the microphone smells like a microphone, --
-- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar --
-- And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. --
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