[Verse 1]
It happens in a flash
The unexplainable axe
Falls thick and fast
Split lips poised to attack
When the prison guard sips this poisonous schnapps
It's a wrap
So where we at, where we at
What a question
Looks like a forest of congestion
Exhausted exhaust pipes spewing in my bedroom
Our spaghetti western
Act 4 scene 1
Pistols at dawn
Late-night reruns
His bright red feet spun
Ten paces later
He bottled out aiming at the moon
Like he ain't a traitor
Waiter, waiter
There's a fly in my congealed mess
I think it's trying to tell me something
Something got me real stressed
Steel creps
Barren ground
Spread that grease
Slide into battle with a [?] each
Just some next antiques trying to get with the times
And I'm sure
She's clocked it
It's all in the eyes
[Chorus]
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause I'm standing on this line that I drew tick-tock tick-tock

So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock

[Verse 2]
It happens to em all
Unless it's some box-office smash
Fresh gloss glued to the facts
That's brass but relax
Decisions make themselves if you give em space
This one's had a thousand acres of rivers, lakes
Green fields, sand dunes
Swampland and cliffs
That's why I ain't seen it in a bit
The little bitch
Swing and miss
The covers cover two minds and one problem
The fumes hide two lives and one option
The sun clocked em
Span away at breakneck pace
Left staring at a train-wreck
Swearing at a cage gets tiresome
A liar in the rain-swept mire
Trying to play chess
Back to the safe bet
Bayonets raised
Flicking through the days
It all sort of changed
Except the fucking names involved
We hold flames
Begin incineration
The scintillating story of the fickle and the brazen
[Chorus]
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause I'm standing on this line that I drew tick-tock tick-tock

So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock