Do Re Mi Warnings Moving Clockwise Lyrics

Warnings Moving Clockwise Lyrics

DO RE MI:	Warnings Moving Clockwise

 

 

 That dog is vicious with a smile on his face

 can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace

 and Peter's crying wolf, this week he's eating from the streets

 with one shoe on, with one shoe off, he's crawling on his feet

 

 	And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

 	Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

 	There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

 	But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

 	Too slow...

 

 Changed my religion and I look to the east

 and I check my local papers for the mark of the beast

 It's the trumpets above me that disturb me the least

 'til my logical thinking is illogically ceased

 

 	Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

 	Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

 	There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

 	But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

 	Too slow...

 

 My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze

 and she devotes her energies to saving the trees

 while I think of people dying on their knees

 while we're two of the millions more ignoring their pleas

 

 	While there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

 	Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow

 	There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

 	But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

 	Too slow...

 

 

 

 My hands are steady and I look to the skies

 and I ask for a messenger who never replies

 I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes

 of a people who weather while society lies

 

 	Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction

 	Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow

 	There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention

 	But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow

 	Too slow...

 

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 --          James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch          --

 --                     pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au                     --

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 --               And the piano smells like a piano,                      --

 --               And the microphone smells like a microphone,            --

 --               And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar         --

 --               And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom.          --

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