The strangest thing was realized By a thoroughly depressed, detached, angry, confused young product of a ridiculous, hypocritical, bloated society: All the clocks have different times
The time spent fumbling for the keys in the house Was lost in the car where the time stood still Rush hour started right on time Only to continue until it became Rush day...rush week...rush yeah...rush millenium...rush age
When the clock strikes one, the clock strikes many When the clock struck twelve, it struck hard It struck again and again and again and again Hour after agonizing hour
Like clockwork Until one person realized
All the clocks have different times
Like so many monumental moments in history Some rejoiced, while others fell flat on their faces Most just stuck to their routines, Watched the clocks, And checked their watches