Five o' clock, fade away the shadows 
Leaving by the window or the door 
And they're laughing 
Laughing at you anyway 
Yeah they're laughing 
Laughing at you every day 
Eight o' clock, underneath the lamplight 
Slow poison from a tiny little wound 
And they're laughing 
Laughing at you anyway 
Yeah they're laughing 
Laughing at you every day 
I understood before I knew 
I realized I'd spend my [bad word] back to you 
Twelve o'clock, in the building of the mirrors 
Recoil from my elongated twin 
And he's laughing 
Laughing at you anyway 
Yeah he's laughing 
Laughing at you every day