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The premise, basically, A modern tragedy Disdained senility Gore-tempered novelty An inability For cold reality The clocks are the main thing And they'll start reversing The clocks are the main thing And they'll start reversing And then the dead are getting up The servant ends up dead Just like the newlyweds Somewhat unwarranted Nails driven in their heads Enter the spirited Punks with their egos fed The clocks are the main thing And they'll start reversing The clocks are the main thing And they'll start reversing And then the dead are getting up Letras de cancionesThey expedite the plan The gardener kills the gland (?) Then punk 1 kills the man That's when it all began They should have watched the hands They couldn't understand The clocks are the main thing and they'll start reversing The clocks are the main thing and they'll start reversing You'd think that they would have had enough From Letras Mania