Ticking of the Hours

There's a dancing bear
Fire in its hair
I think I need a shower

There's an acrobat
With a broken back
Hear the ticking of the hours

And the dancing queen
Where've her hands been?
Well where to now, my friend?

We're washed away
We have no say
Well where to now, my friend?

There's no one there
No one cares
Do you want a bunch of flowers?

We're washed away
We have no say
Hear the ticking of the hours

Do you, daffodils
Their guts spill?
Where to now, my friend?

Well you can't pretend
And you can't defend
Well where to now, my friend?

It can't be stopped
And we all drop
The ticking of the hours

There's no way 'round it
We all go down
Hear the ticking of the hours

Well let's [?] again
For some more pain
Well where to now, my friend?

It's the final waltz
In a land of [?]
Where to now, my friend?

Hear the ticking of the hours
Hear the ticking of the hours
The ticking of the hours