(Sexxton)    What do you do when you´re home all alone  And you´re bored to tears  The clock stands still - the time passes by  But time don´t heal the scars  You pick up the phone - you´re home all alone  You got dead air on the line  There´s nobody there - no one to care  You´ve got nothing but time   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell  All´s not well for you  The bell - it tolls for you  All´s not well for you  Now is hell for you  No one to talk to - another lonely night  Just talk to the walls  The telephone rings - it brings no relief  Just another wrong number  The clock on the wall - the clock in the hall  Reminds you that time passes by  The watch on your arm chimes the alarm  That another moment in life just passed by   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell  All´s not well for you  The bell - it tolls for you  All´s not well for you  Now is hell for you  Turn another page in the story of your life  Do it like you do everyday  The curtains are drawn  The credits roll on  It´s nearing the end of the play  No sun overhead - lonely days ahead  Church bells softly chime  You built up the walls - locked all the doors  You got nothing but time   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   Twelve o´ clock and all is hell   It´s hell