Lyrics:

Oh, the sun-drenched French girls won't relate
To a frozen glare from the Northern State
Dreamin' of fat happy babies
Kickin' ladies in the Metro now

And the mirrors won't sing back divine
Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line
But you laugh, crack up they
Laugh, crack up and smile

Whoo, alright, let's fall apart
And the clock starts here and now
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ow

She said 'Your allegory is far too blunt'
I said 'This ain't no laboratory, you're the cunt'
She said 'Emotional distance, it doesn't rhyme
Or resonate brilliance in it's time'
But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry?
I say the lineage runs Morrison, Patti Smith, then me

But maybe the reason we're so uninspired
Is 'cause the hour is late and the bodies are tired
Yeah, I think everybody here can agree
That a party ain't great 'cause the booze is free
Naw, free spirits ain't settin' no one's spirit free

Yeah, uh-huh, I'm falling apart
And the clock starts here and now
Tick, tick, tick, tick, ow

Wind it up now

People don't dance no more
They just stand there like this
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss
People don't dance no more
They just stand there like this
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss
People don't dance no more
They just stand there like this
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss
People don't dance no more
They just stand there like this
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss
Y'all ready, girls?
I used to think life's a bitter pill, but it's a grand old time