In the village
they say they are doing a clockwork orange
whatever that means
only they know

I imagine its an
orange clock and its in their vacant heads
but they said it controls
what I do not know

See mugs faffing
they say nihilism is the now vogue in town
they have power to control
foam control is a thing

So its all tick talks
and demobbed slave traders in revivals
tying me kangaroo down
a crown for a mind

So if all this makes sense to you
join the party of the revolutionary harridans
for the protection of Thieves
it makes no sense to me

But I laugh and laugh
as I watch brains and minds being washed white
and puppets dangled on chains
its clockwork orange time