I'm bound to serve on your own terms
I'm bound to waste your time
Slow down now, find it in the parlor
You can pick it up whenever you mind
What'll they say when the fever's gone away, and your limbs are back, and they've come to play?
There's a clock on the shoulders they gave, now they want it back, and they'll never trade
Came down to offer you a false step
Straight from the halls where you dine
No luck, oh! Isn't it a godsend
Cold is the heart that's stronger than mine