Clocked

Victor was a strong man
But he took a lot of damage
All the daggers in his brave stomach
Just an inconvenient marriage
And he’ll fight ‘cause he knows that he can
He knows where he wants to go
And I’d hate to think he’d ever let me down
All the psychedelic thrills
They go on and on and on
And he knows too well time lost can not be found
So he’s searching for that sound
Victor was a bright man
But he only wanted answers
Always spinning in a fevered head
Like a wild, drunken dancer
And he’ll fight ‘cause he knows that he can
He knows where he wants to go
And I’d hate to see him fall from king to clown
And the hands inside his head
They tick on and on and on
So he knows too well time lost can not be found
He keeps searching for that sound
Victor played the game
And he held the world to blame
For what was missing in his eyes
But still he couldn’t stop
He broke his alien rock
And scattered the pieces for our prize
Victor was a great man
‘Til he grew content and got fat
And there’s nothing in the whole wide world
That could ever make me want that
But it wasn’t long ago I’d proudly say
That he knows where he wants to go
And I’d hate to think he’d ever let me down
All his psychedelic thrills
Still go on and on and on
To a time before he ever let me down
When he was searching for that sound