Texty: Lower Class Brats. A Class Of Our Own. Just Like Clockwork.

It's cold and cloudy out tonight my friends
I know soon the rains will come again
If you got the big, big money I've got the time
I don't go by your watch I go by mine

[chorus:]
Everything I do is just like clockwork
Society tells me that I'm wrong
Everything I do is just like clockwork
You'll remember me when I'm gone

Call me a sore on the face of humanity
I'm just a product of their social disease
The broken mind you gave has expired date
Use me like a lab rat correct your mistake