And the moment will come when composure returnsPut a face on the
world, turn your back to the wallAnd you walk twenty yards with
your head in the airDown the Liberty Hill, where the fashion
brigadeLook with curious eyes on your raggedy wayAnd for once in
your life you have nothing to sayAnd could this be the time when
somebody will comeTo say, "Look at yourself, you're not
much use to anyone"Take a walk in the park, take a valium
pillRead the letter you got from the memory girlBut it takes
more than this to make sense of the dayYeah it takes more than
milk to get rid of the tasteAnd you trusted to this, and you
trusted to thatAnd when you saw it all come, it was waving the
flagOf the United States of Calamity, hey!After all that
you've done boy, Im sure you're going to payIn the
morning you come to the ladies salonTo get all fitted out for
The Paperback ThroneBut the people are living far away from the
placeWhere you wanted to help, it's a bit of a wasteAnd the
puzzle will last till somebody will say"There's a lot to be
done while your head is still young"If you put down your pen,
leave your worries behindThen the moment will come, and the
memory will shineNow the trouble is over, everybody got
paidEverybody is happy, they are glad that they cameThen you go
to the place where you've finally foundYou can look at
yourself sleep the clock around
Send "Sleep The Clock Around" Ringtone to your Cell 
