(The Rapture Cover) Oh, sun drenched French girls wont relate to A frozen girl from the northern state Dreamin about happy babies kicking ladies in the metro now And the mirrors won't sing back to.. Chopping your air or you're choppin the line But you lap that up and laugh back up and smile Whoo! Alright, let's fall apart and the clock starts here and now Tick tick tick tick tick tick, ow! She said your allegory is far too blunt I said this ain't no laboratory, you're the cunt She said I'm punching the distance, it doesn't rhyme Or resonate brilliance in it's time But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry? I say the linear drums more sin Patti Smith than me Maybe the reason we're so uninspired Cos we're hours late and the bodies are tired, I think everybody here can agree That the party aint wank cos the booze is free No, free spirits aint setting no one's spirit free Yeah, uh huh, I'm fallin apart and the clock starts here and now Tick tick tick tick, ow Wind it up now!