We're Short on Time

CLOCKOUT

This is the next song in the new Timmy and Bobby album. It keeps on continuing with the theme of them trying to save me. They're tryin' to save me, but they're scared that they're runnin' outta time. I got the hook from a dream, and I'm mad-scared that I might've accidentally plagiarized someone else's song. I hope I didn't, but if I did, I'd like to say to whomever I plagiarized: "Whoops, sorry about that!"

Actually, the hook is a variation of the Westminster Chimes theme. And there's an actual clock that I sampled, doin' the Westminster Chimes. It's one of those musical experiments of combining genres...in this case, my weird version of hip hop, with a 2-step bass line, and with the clock song. Or, y'know, Westminster Chimes, and all that.

The lyrics are:

The clocks wind down; what can we do?

Try not to frown; it’s nothing new

I’m sitting here and I’m bored, looking toward…

I want to see my friends, but I do not know where they are

We’re shitting fear and we’re gored, we should afford

The fun, good things…I tend to cry, “Oh, dear Lord, where’s my car?”

I’m running out of time and I do not know where to go

The sun is listening to chimes and it’s Poe with a crow

Timmy and Bobby want to see me get well, they want to

They want to see me go to Heaven, not Hel, they hum a tune

We see the sun, it does not shine

And it’s not fun; we’re out of time

Timmy and Bobby say that we’re running on fumes

And we can try to pray so we will not be doomed

And the time’s getting short, and we’re feeling the gloom

Do not mission-abort when the flowers might bloom

Timmy and Bobby are nice; in the land of clocks, we roll the dice

Timmy and Bobby say it’s true, there are things that we can still do

And they are kind, but yes it’s true

We’re short on time, what can we do?

We see that the sun does not shine,

and we feel like we are blind and it’s feeling unkind

We agree it’s not fun, it’s not kind,

and we are feeling the time run out, the clocks will unwind

Timmy and Bobby say it’s best; in the land of clocks we will not rest

Timmy and Bobby say we must do the thing that wil make everything just

I’m running out of time

We see the sun, it does not shine

And it’s not fun; There’s no more time

Timmy and Bobby say that we’re running on fumes

And we can try to pray so we will not be doomed

And the time’s getting short, and we’re feeling the gloom

Do not mission-abort when the flowers might bloom