Hunched on all fours in the furthest reaches
When my mattress ices over in the dampest patches
These days when I'm inspired it's only in flashes
But when I give in, it lasts for weeks
See rashes bloom on the downy down
And i scratched myself daft in the Horse & Hounds
I've written a rough draft of a past improved
In which i lied a lot to lighten the mood
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end

I have a chalet sleeps five if two of them ain't proud
And three of them are spied and one ain't allowed
To breathe out between nine and nine
It's made of chipboard but at least it's mine
The villagers are desperate and the natives are restless
It floods twice a year and nobody cares less
I am the glue man sticking to his tanks
My frozen forces are shooting blanks
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end

Yeah, I hollered dumb decibels of delight
To a palmist holidaying nearby
She told me you need a goal in life
"You don't get no clocks if you don't do the time"
That's alright
I've been trying to cultivate spectacle-tinted roses
With petal lenses and autofocus
Only eight pounds fifty to you passers by
With thorns and fleas you want to magnify
I am as terracentric as a worm
Twenty four carats is all I've earned
Have no fsithful wife or country pile
Will golden time pieces make it all worthwhile?
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to get to the end
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to live to the end
I want to get my carriage clock
I want to live to the end