Clock On The Wall

The clock on the wall says twelve noon
Guess I’d better get up soon
The clock on the wall says twenty-to-one
And there’s things to be done
Yeah, the clock on the wall keeps pushing me
That’s not the way I want my life to be
If you take any pushing from that clock on the wall
You won’t be happy at all
The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
I got people to see
Meet my friend Clive, start drinking by five
End up wishing I weren’t alive
I look at the clock, it says twenty-to-nine
I got to meet my girl on time
She puts me down and then, by twenty-to-ten
I’m out drinking again
The clock on the wall strikes the midnight hour
I’m feeling dirty and sour
I feel the clock pushing like the blade of a knife
I want to end my life
But it ain’t no use, I’m used to this abuse
This is my moment of truth
Life is empty, my friends are all gone
But like the clock on the wall, I’ll go on and on and on
It’s watching me every day, the hours and minutes tick away
I’m not getting any younger, it keeps on and on and on
I can’t stand it, it never stops for anything
The clock just keeps moving, ticking
My life is going, the clock is moving