"Clock" by Beck

Is it come and gone? 
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? 
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in a sanitation tank? 
Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires? 
Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires? 

What is this town' they said I got no place to be
The money need is taking everything I see

Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice? 
Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? 
Is it normal, born-again' let the vultures drink and drown
Is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found? 

What is this town' they said I got no place to be
The money need is taking everything I see

Is it come and gone? 
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? 
What is this town' they said I got no place to be
The money need is taking everything I see