

The ClockI watch the clock As it watches me While it's counting down To the end of my sweet miseryThe Clock
I watch the hand strike five till six Moveing more slowly... than I would wish
Though, I can not ask for more than this For it's counting to put me in heavenly bliss
I watch the seconds go by As I wait and wait for this one moment to die
This one moment of my true glory To me... all that is holy
I watch as my time just stands still Just waiting for me to become ill
Ill enough to take my own life Ill enough to do what is righ
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I'm making my list and checkin' it twice, Gonna find out who I'm goin' to shoot or slice. The Grammar Nazi is coming to town!
"And though I walk through the Valley of Death, I fear no evil, for I am the meanest sonovabitch in the Valley."-Unknown
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