Muck of dirty boots and raw cowhides
Kissed my baby and head outside
There's autumn nip in air and a red sun glow
And trees that whistle where you go
I'm heading on up to where the bell hangs high
Heading up to where the bell hangs high
Heading on up to where the bell hangs high
Heading up to where the bell hangs
I'm staring up in to the throat
Of an old Victorian that swallows hope
Coarse tendons tighten up in my hand
Ready myself to take a stand
Ominous tones that shook my pride
Echoing the doubt inside
Foreboding thoughts I've tried to hide
Echoing the doubt inside
I'm going, up up up...
To where the bell hangs high
By second shift I be settled in
That awful drones continuing
It's like a pendulum swinging and singing doom
That old Victorian gaze is true
A sullen song that floats out across the land
But inside here it's like a focused ram
And there's nothing that I ain't thought about
When the noise has nearly drowned me out
Going, up up up... to where the bell hangs high
Going, up up up... to where the bell hangs high
Does a chambered alarm know when to erupt...
When reason isn't near enough?
If I don't make it home now to see you soon
It's cause I'm chasing off that clock tower tune
Heading up up up...
To where the bell hangs high
Heading up up up...
To where the bell hangs high
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