Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Says the looming kitchen clock
I have a date with Hate
And not even death can make me late
I am meeting him at 3:00 o'clock
That is why I have the kitchen clock
We'll meet of the corner of 8th and Lincoln
I won't miss him, he is my beacon
And now it's time to leave
No more time to grieve
Don't think of that girl anymore
The clock in the kitchen says 2:54
But the clock in the kitchen is slow
