Damn that clock it strikes at twelve, Digging up the past this delve, Now the clock it strikes at one, Rest of us are on the run, Here the clock strikes at two, Sight unseen, a myth anew, How the clock strikes at three, More or less inside of me, Why the clock strikes at four, Just another living door, When the clock strikes at five, Lest the dead become alive, What the clock strikes at Six, Never seems to fill your fix, Who the clock strikes at seven, Screams on through garden’s heaven, Where the clock strikes at eight, Within reach of any fate, Then the clock strikes at nine, Old opinion withered sign, Does the clock strike at ten, Wrangled up inside a pen, Have the clock strike eleven, Split in two Siamese twin, Damn that clock it starts anew, The only way out is through,