Tick·tock, Tick·tock

There goes our lives clock

Sand grains down flock

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Six – out of bed bolt

Eight – into the train hop

Nine – Salt-mine punch clock

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Slave-driver barks task

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Last review correction must

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Masters cutting deep to bone

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Slave must cling on to the job

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Clench your teeth to get the dough

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Numb the pain with smoke of pot

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Eight PM you punch the clock

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Nine – you crawl home on all four

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Years go by you punch the clock

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

And the purpose of it all?

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

Last sand grains just slithered by

Tick·tock, Tick·tock

You die

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