Do Re Mi - Warnings Moving Clockwise lyrics

Do Re Mi Miscellaneous Warnings Moving Clockwise DO RE MI: Warnings Moving Clockwise That dog is vicious with a smile on his face Can be rough-shod and mobile, or well-bred as lace And Peter's crying wolf, this week he's eating from the streets With one shoe on, with one shoe off, he's crawling on his feet And there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow Too slow... Changed my religion and I look to the east And I check my local papers for the mark of the beast It's the trumpets above me that disturb me the least 'til my logical thinking is illogically ceased Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow Too slow... My friend is happy, she moves to the breeze And she devotes her energies to saving the trees While I think of people dying on their knees While we're two of the millions more ignoring their pleas While there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction Wake up yawning just in time to push in the blow There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow Too slow... My hands are steady and I look to the skies And I ask for a messenger who never replies I see jets over jordan, and tears in the eyes Of a people who weather while society lies Now there's warnings moving clockwise in my direction Wake up yawning just to hear them push in the blow There's a muzzle arm at sunrise, it wants my attention But my legs are pins and needles and my fingers are slow Too slow... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch -- -- -- -- And the piano smells like a piano, -- -- And the microphone smells like a microphone, -- -- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar -- -- And it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------