Clinton man throws his stance,
holding an empty can, can
Mechanical heart trips start
slowly shutting down, down
The wheel clocks turn to rusted lines,
You're running, running, running,
It's a sweet fog that entices happily
Oh, it's a sweet fog you'll be
It's a sweet fog that entices happily
Oh, it's a sweet fog you'll be
Empty eyes, hard hands, rigid locks
Yet you can't seem to build yourself
You're running, running, running,
Oh, it's a sweet funk your beat
It's a sweet funk entice us happily
Oh, it's a sweet funk your beat
Thought in your head you're gonna build
Lying in the cold you close right,
But the steel in your veins comes
it'll stop before you real ize
Your time, time, your time
You're running, running, running
Running, running, running down
It's the sweet fog entices happily
Oh, it's the sweet fog, pure beat
It's a sweet, forget fantasies
Happily, oh, it's a sweet, fuck your dreams