Pigs on the road, yeah, they'll only snooze
While people in cars pass the day
One thing that's sure you know we don't really need
Punching the clock until knuckles bleed

Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves
Don't let in sun, yeah, don't let me breathe
Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea
Flickering ceases our punch, punching

Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what you gonna do
Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what you gonna do

Raised in wild hills in a valley of stars
Covered little faces, both wooded and sharp
Time-bomb taxis, well they sit and wait
Driver's got a gun and says this is the place

Does it feel right? (Well, this halo's too tight)
Can you move it? (I don't think that I'll try)
Does it feel right? (Can I get out alive)
Does it scare you? (I'm as dead as a dog)

Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what we gonna do
Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what we gonna do
Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Does it feel right? (Punch punching, punch punching)

Does it feel right?
Well, we never fought more
Know our head, yeah, that was nothing every single noon
We gotta get out while the going is good, yeah

Yeah, slow scorching down
Yeah, slow scorching down
Yeah, slow scorching down
Punch punching, punch punching (Yeah, slow scorching down)

Sheep's on the road, yeah, they'll hardly snooze
While people in cars pass the day
One thing that's sure you know she don't really need
Punching the clock until knuckles bleed

Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves
Don't let in sun, yeah, don't let me breathe
Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea
Flickering ceases our punch, punching

Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what we gonna do
Yeah, slow scorching down
Well, what we gonna do
Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Can you move it? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Does it feel right? (Yeah, slow scorching down)
Can you move it? (Punch punching, punch punching)