He took a watch on a chain from a waistcoat pocket
Inside's a universe of constellations
Said "What's the time Mr Rabbit?"
He said, "It’s closing time"
Won't be long we hit the low point on the high road
Or the high point on the dirt road
I said Buddy tell me how does this work
On this lamppost it read DOG
We're just bugs heading into a windscreen
The constellations pulsed and glowed
Reading the future in the guts of a cane toad
The angle of stars when you're conceived
The point of return written into your genes
I conceive when I breathe.
There's monsters coming to get you
There's monsters coming to get you
Break down or breaking through
Stirring the witches brew
He took a bleached white bone from his pocket (an inside pocket)
Petitioned his gods with prayer as if his life depended on it
Said "What's the time Mr Rabbit?"
He said, "There is no time"
Used the bone to let some blood fall on the parched land
He let my blood spill on the parched land
"Buddy tell me how does this work?"
Old man, what do you see?
We're just bugs heading into a windscreen
The constellations pulsed and glowed
I saw the future in the guts of a cane toad
The angle of stars when you're conceived
The futures melting, melting like ice cream
There's monsters coming to get you
There's monsters coming to get you
Closing time (Break down or breaking through)
We collude (Give me the Nembutol)
Stirring the witches brew