Lyrics:Cloisonné (Live In-Studio)
|Cloisonné (Live In-Studio)|
|By: They Might Be Giants|
One, two, three, four
Mind your business Mind your business Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business
My craft is exploding It's like I'm making cloisonné Choking on my dust With my three blind cats
You got a friend in law enforcement Don't go calling law enforcement Business Mind your business
Got too busy explaining Now it's just raining pain Pain in the form of a rain drop Yes, a rain drop made of pain
Tell 'em the story, rain drop "I don't want to tell 'em, mister!" Tell 'em the story, rain drop "I don't want to tell 'em!"
Keep your voice down Keep your voice down Keep your window-shaking, godforsaken voice down
I'm sick of this beeswax I'm sick of these second-story Sleestaks Breathing on my dice Giving me back rubs
When I'm deep in concentration You start getting all conversatin' Sleestak
What's a Sleestak? That's your heart attack Towel rack Fallback
You got no doctors All your doctors have gone home What's a Sleestak? What's a Sleestak?
You got a friend in law enforcement Don't go calling law enforcement Cloisonné