Lyrics

Face of the clam You know who I am Still waiting inside for my break Peaking out early Sounds kind of burly And showing could be a mistake Just to keep hiding Could be so inviting Just how much time can you take How was it keeping They thought I was sleeping The face of the clam was awake Facing the facts Can require tact And tax us as well in the doing The cold wind was black It leaped through a crack And no telling what it was brewing As wide as the wind Its mouth was so thin I finally know who I am But who was in charge And who led the barge And where is the face of the clam