Вершы: Tribe After Tribe. Power. The Watch.

The watch is in line
the watch is in line
ends with a rhyme and muddles follow
billy can tricks its apples in the shadows
supposing they fall and land up in the middle

cut up daffodils lying in array
soaking up rays of light and glory
cut out the path to the ladies chamber
her eyes come alive to the emerald story
tickets and fines i'll find me mine
just as i please i'll watch the time
it's a never ending chronicle lie
with the tickets in red
and the watchs in line

the watch is in line

professional court case call up callgirls
whether you love or whether you know
sum up the fading decadant stallion
behind the door lost in the snow
follow the path to the painted rockery
merry go round was a real life story
cut out thinking cut out politics
singing of gasoline behind the door
the watch is in line
beckoning fingers motion slyly
sickening songs from nine to five
no i won't no it's far too early
it's an elementary present for my birthday surprise

sending a message to the embassy eagle
his watch is in line and does he watch me still ...

the watch's in line
my mind's on time
cat's on the rhine