My punctuality is well known
When the revolution takes place
I’ll be late and I’ll be shot
As a traitor
When the sun rises I will not see
I regret nothing, it was worth it
Going through live without a timepiece
Did pay off
My reward to be free and alone
Leaven now at the pillar, blindfold at sunrise
Hearing the drums of Catalan
Beating my time away
My heartbeat keeps time with the drums
But soon my only pulse will fade away
I smile just knowing when the sun rises
I will not see
--Sugarcubes