Album: Domestic Harmony (1985)
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 in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
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 in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm 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
And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction
Wake up yawning just in time to cushion the blow
There's a buzz alarm at sunrise, it wants my attention
But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow
Too slow...
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