I have the tapes I have the plan of a clockwork man He was happy to walk Where I always ran
When I'm orchestrated, automated, decimated, regulated From three folls' creek From underground by a despot man and a clown
If you choose to walk instead with a clockwork man Map of warm roads in his concrete hand
Tell me, does he miss reeling? Does he miss falling? Can he take you where the boom bands play? When you're underground Can he read the sounds And chase the Hakken-Kraks away?