Went to bend back the clocks, but the green eyes of your weak spies couldn't fix you

And with your friends on the rocks, could you be shy thinking these guys gonna miss you?

I went away for a while singing "Peace, guys!", but it's year five and I'm wave tired

My will is wet like a Whale that is inside me and he's trying to say something: "Hi!"

I hide my Diary like all of my losers to blame

You want your moon to the tide? It's in your gratitude game

Well, Momma said "Give it more." saying "He's right." "Yeah, but he's white, so let's poison him."

Now I'm a dead unicorn giving bead eyes out to these whites who were toying me

Ticking hands on a clock never knew nice, but in due time, they were showing me

You're spinning fans of the rocks like a wee guy who is not Irish, but Dublinite