Candy Clock

Where could you be, my candy clock
I lost you in the garden somewhere
The charity will have to shut
Tell all the spooks I hate their guts
The holy war I set in train
Will still obtain
Your kids, so pale and short
See, they will live in shopping carts
Which you can wheel from place to place
But they won’t hate
Where could you be, my candy clock
I lost you in the garden somewhere
And now he squints, clenches his mouth
When they shout 'cut', he larks about
He starts to laugh into his phone
His lawyer’s home
The men speak in decrees
Now crisis actors all they see
The bullets fly, blood seems to flow
It’s just for show
Candy, candy
Where could you be?
Where could you be?
Where could you be?