Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clickety Clack, artist - Sage Francis.
Date of issue: 07.05.2007
Song language: English
Clickety Clack |
Clickety clack, clickety clack |
Gather my things, and I quickly attack |
Sword in my sheath, knife in my back |
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at Rose in my mouth, the petals are black |
One armored suit, the metal’s intact |
Come fully strapped with a skull wooly hat |
Just picture that, clickety clack |
Now I find my location and unfold a map |
My index inspects it and follows the path |
My horse is on loan, and I borrowed a staff |
From some mystical wizard, I will give it back |
But I’m off to the races, my face has got cracks |
Worn out and weathered like a red leather mask |
I’ve been through the storm, future, present and past |
Light as a feather, swift as a cat |
Cold as a rock, you know not what you nicked from my sack |
Little bastard, you’ll get skinned for that |
And you’ll swim with the fishes once I finish this task |
No strings attached, clickety clack |
Kicked myself in the ass for not bringing my axe |
But I’ve got the flash paper and one single match |
Light won’t escape me, a fire will catch |
You’ll beg and you’ll plead, you’ll scream and you’ll scratch |
But nothing can save you, you need to relax |
I’ll keep you alive for a while, feed you scraps |
Love you like you deserve love, with some smacks |
A kick and a slap, clickety clack |
It’s no longer personal, I’m simply detached |
From what’s hurtful, I need to keep my business exact |
Separate beings, I can see our differences are vast |
And I can’t bridge the gap, clickety clack |
Built a rickety raft out of twigs and some grass |
And I made it to shore just before it collapsed |
Salute to this mission, take swigs from your flask |
Tilt your glass, pick your poison, I’m poised to be fast |
On your scent, picked it up just by sniffin’the tracks |
Kept my ear to the ground and heard snickers and laughs |
Adding insult to injury for your criminal acts |
Now the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax |
You should have known better than to be mingling with rats |
Got a lead to your shack from some gypsies in the trash |
Cryptic interactions, I asked them to stick to facts |
Made a trade and gave them everything that I packed |
Now there’s a brick through your window, kid, sift through the glass |
Notice the note in which the brick was wrapped |
Explaining that I know how you’re quick to the dash |
But it won’t be very long before you slip in my trap |
Like a moth to the flame with its wings in the wax |
It’s hard to escape with your limbs in a cast |
Your heart will deflate when your wrists both get slashed |
And gradually I snap these synapses in half |
Magnificent crescendo, the cymbals all crash |
You’ll pay for your deeds, but we don’t accept cash |
We will mix and match this for that, tit for tat |
Gonna get it, get it back, gonna getcha getcha back |