You've been
Living with a life on tick
By now
It's a life you just can't quit
You say
It's all on the arm but baby, I say
It's all in the wrist
With a life on tick

Well, you started life on modest terms
But you caught a habit and now it burns
A hole in every pocket of your tattered suit
When you ain't got nothing
You got nothing to lose

But I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
With a life on tick

Well I've heard them say it's on the arm
But don't believe their cheap-talk charm
But you know I like how you never quit
'Cause you can always find another hit
To forget who you are and why you're here
To keep ticking over till you disappear

'Cause I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
I roll the stone, you roll the stone
With a life on, life on tick

Well you say that in your hand's a four-leaf clover
That's why you keep it ticking over
And you keep it ticking over
Ticking over
Ticking over
Well you keep it ticking over
Ticking over
Ticking over
Well you keep it ticking over
Ticking over

With a life on tick
With a life on tick