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Why must it always be rubbish day When my nighttime companion has been Courvoisier? As if to release me from the shackles of my sins With the shouting of the codes and the rattling of the bins Why must my equilibrium be challenged so? When I'm barely at my best, I've got so far to go Can I be carried up with the winds of the world And not hucked and then shucked like an oyster from a pearl? The cogs of the clockwork spin Regardless of the mess that I'm in The cogs of the clockwork churn Oblivious to the rate that I'm burning I'm burning, yeah Why the frig do cyclists shout at each other? As I'm hiding 'neath my lids, underneath the covers It's the seals on their bikes, it ain't the fucking Tour de France While the stains in my brains do the St Vitus dance The cogs of the clockwork spin Regardless of the mess that I'm in The cogs of the clockwork churn Oblivious to the rate that I'm burning I'm burning, yeah Letras de canciones Recycling, hard rubbish, existences dregs Pile at my feet and they're filling up my heads Floating down a barge through the Alberton trash Returning to the mask, I'm the king of the trash Oh, I know there's work to be done While my shoulders to the weeds, home doing none The world spins on its axis just like a top I'm spinning in my grave, won't you please let it stop? From Letras Mania