Captain Clock

He keeps on moving his mustache

Gets you fussy, makes you rush

He's got no legs but he walks

He's got no mouth but talks

Tick tack, click clack

He pulls a trigger, pulls it back

My time, your time is under attack

We run on a circle track

A bossy three-handed man

Who gives me a triple slap in my face

Years of tension, a second of slack

He is so tiny but hard to embrace

From the top of the world he shows you

No respect, don't regret, we're screwed

If time is gold, we are broke for good

Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute

By towers supported

On a human wrist resorting

There's no word "retired"

For the soldier with the shoulder straps

Phlegmatic eyes dilated

Trickin' tick-tacktics underrated

Time to eat, time to sleep

Time to go back to your soil crib

Time to go back to your soil crib

Oh what a mechanical miracle

Global dictator, massive superior

Like a winding toy that sits at the porch

This bull-headed boy

Is a watchman on the life-time verge

From the top of the world he shows you

No respect, don't regret, we're screwed

If time is gold, we are broke for good

Hopeless beggars, dance to this beatific flute

Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away

The more we struggle

The more we lose our precious days

Hearts are swinging to the rhythm of imminence

Should we never grab a tail of what we cannot own?

Our time is a snail, running faster than any wind, any wind can blow

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, any wind can blow

Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away

Striking, beating, sweeping our lives away