Augie March - Clockwork lyrics

It's too hot babe, pull the covers back, Don't touch me babe, I don't remember ever liking that, Don't touch me babe, roll over. O brother, you don't know what you've got, only time flies... You've gotta do some clockwork. Sometimes you hear the broken bell sound up on the who*e's hill, The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale, bickering like little girls For second hand womens' things, for countless prying mans' hands. O working girl, you don't get round enough, it's like yr daddy says... You gotta do some clockwork. (in a berth of the port wharf the song of the penitent sailor... upon what stage? A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler... a material blue and tailored and time is a tailor... both brief and slow.) Now I can hear the broken bell, Now I can hear the clockwork, It has me reaching for the hidden rail, It has me listening for the song bird, But I hear it very minor, But I hear it very minor... O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines, O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines... You've gotta do some clockwork: The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler, Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo, Paragon, Minerva, Stella Clockwork, all clockwork. O but I didn't write this song with a machine, And I don't know how to stop it from its accidental purpose.