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Исполнитель: Andrew Bird
Альбом: Armchair Apocrypha
Год: 2007
Стиль: Indie
Длительность: 3:34
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Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
âTil weâre half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
Weâll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it
How âbout some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that weâve done?
Wrought upon ourselves and others
With a slow and vicious gun
And although pratfalls can be fun
Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say
“Thank god itâs fatal
Not shy
Not shy of fatal
Thank god.”
Wait just a second now
Itâs not all that bad
Don’t you count out the sun.
Youâre making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when youâre done
Youâre bound to get post-natal
What, did I just hear you say?
“Thank god itâs fatal.”
We donât want to hear the sound of a door
And we donât want to read the signs that you bore
You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door
Saying, “weâll be back”- what a crack
Now donât you think we might have heard that before?
Bored holes through our tongues
So sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
âTil weâre half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs
Weâll sew a doll about it