Spring - Momus

Who beats the clock?

Nobody

Who’s for the chop?

Everybody

There are so many words to heed

But is there any blood left to bleed?

Make this stop

Somebody

We’re for the chop

But not today

I know there’s so much left to do

I can’t accept that we are through

I don’t feel quite right inside

But there are five things left to try

Denial, anger, bargaining

Depression, and then accepting

Got me through to spring

I just can’t accept that everything’s screwed

There must be something we can still do

Why not push that button on the right?

Do a new drug test tonight

«Give this a try,» says everybody

«Let's lie down and die,» says nobody

Don’t just stand there, do something

I know you’ve got your song to sing

I don’t feel quite right inside

But there are five things left to try

Denial, anger, bargaining

Depression and then accepting

Gets me through to spring

Who beats the clock?

Nobody

Who’s for the chop?

Everybody

There are experts yet to heed

But is there any blood left to bleed?

And I’m not feeling right inside

But there are five things left to try

Denial, anger, bargaining

Depression, and then accepting

Got me through to spring