Stop the clock part 2

Stop the clock part 2 At last got that, wretched stomach pump out, Now where’s the clock, no more messing about, Tricked me into eating, all that candle wax, This time remember, tie hands, behind his back Have to be careful, it’s a nasty little swine, Tells the white coats, I’m crazy, always lying, Aha! there you are, high upon the wall, I’ll need a ladder, then carry out my haul, Now to get started, gonna be one helluva day, Eat his nuts and bolts, keep hunger at bay, Firstly gouge out, all the cogs and springs, Kick his face in, amongst some other things, Wait wait! can we make, a gentleman’s deal, Please let me live, I’ll get you a proper meal, See that ship in a bottle, resting over there, It’s made of chocolate cake, honestly I swear, Great I’m starving, but you better not be lying, Days will be numbered, never another chime, That was delicious, though I feel kind of rough, Maybe rushed it down, couldn’t get enough, Damn that clock, he’s fooled me once more, Strapped on a bed, locked behind a door, Electrodes stuck, to each side of my head, Every time they press the zapper, bottom oozes glassy red, By David Kavanagh