The Clock

Staring at the mirror
On the steamy bathroom wall
Eating a noddemix
As the people are running
The high rise starts to fall
While she neatly wipes her lipsThe reporters pick up their pads and pens
As they rush to the scene
And the cameras wink on the gory views
How the editors agreePutting on her makeup
She glances at the clock
Next she paints her nails
The train has collided
The driver didn't stop
As she slips onto the scalesThe reporters pick up their pads and pens
As they rush to the scene
And the cameras wink on the gory views
How the editors agreeLooking for her car keys
She finds them in her shoe
Lift the magazine from the floor
That long-ago mystery
Has revealed another clue
As she quickly shuts the doorThe reporters pick up their pads and pens
As they rush to the scene
And the cameras wink on the gory views
How the editors agreeYeah, man, they just pulled over now
And it looks like it's gonna be an all-night job tonight, you know
If you could send a few cars, it would sure help a lotAnd I should sip wine in front of TV tonight
Because they're all shit I wish you to see
I'll start making a few inquiries already
Okay, that's all for now