And when the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we've made. Or watching your TV. And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue,.
When the clock strikes twelve. Tell me where you're gonna be. Cleaning up the mess we made. Or watching your TV. . And if you have to ask. Then you don't have a clue.
Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground. Let the rain fall down to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no, they don't make a sound. When you're six feet underground.
The gun is loaded when the class is full. Down the hatch and the trigger's pulled. Off the wagon and they're back onto the stool. . I know that when I stare into your eyes.