I nearly forgot the tick of the clock
Until my hero died, yeah
I nearly forgot the tick of the clock
Until my leader lied, yeah
The chug of the feed I reluctantly read
Into the white and blue

The hands of the clock, the wall of the dock
The swell of the rising tide, yeah
The beautiful girls who take me away
From thoughts of my suicide, yeah
The sting of the rain, the weather has changed
We're now in a parallel world

And Bowie is dead, my father is dead
And Britain has sailed away, yeah
And populist tools punk us like fools
Gilding their power with our pain, yeah
And everyone's fine, but everyone's dying
The people who mattered are gone

And this, I am told, is how you get old
The need to be out of touch, yeah
I don't want to be in harmony
With things that I hate so much, yeah
The tick of the clock, the creep of the rot
Eating the future away