(john critchley) You've got two eyes and pocket Strange eyes...
So the golden age passed away to silver But that...
Sometimes i'm dirty, sometimes i'm clean Sometime i talk in...
(john critchley) I remember, one november we had our picnic...
Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist Telling you softly...
I hear the door slam shut, so i know that...
I can feel something inside And it wants to get...
(john critchley) Your mind is all cluttered now But you...
(john critchley) Dirty little rat, never could get it straight...
Didn't you want to place Didn't you want to show...