the clock on the wall says quarter to nine
the second it stops it leaves the world behind
the only thing it waits for is a cloudy day
and if we don’t act soon it’ll waste away

masters and slaves both know the feeling
when nine times out of ten they’re not breaking even
and the lessons in life don’t teach me anything
i can use

when there’s nobody home and the lights ain’t on
it really doesn’t matter if it comes out wrong
the mission bell tolls up above our heads
it’s just a little better than better off dead

when the servant sleeps, who makes the tea
is that the deepest question in society
and the people in my life never teach me anything
i can use

don’t tell me you feel the same way
you know so many things you don’t know what to say
don’t tell me that your on your own
we both realize what it means to be alone

originally this song was a commentary on the catholics called “the church.” here’s the original lyrics.

the church.

the rock on which my master built his church
is rolling in his grave it couldn’t get much worse
it isn’t violent games or even t.v.
it’s ordinary people like you and me

my master told me to love the sinner
not to kick him out of the congregation
and nothing in this world seems quite as confused to me
as the church