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Latest revision as of 13:50, 12 May 2015
ECNALUBMA |
By: They Might Be Giants |
Year: 2015 |
Well it's a good thing that I brought a napkin I knew that this would happen Why does this always happen? That a day of impulsive fun becomes an evening Of injury, blood and grieving Injury, blood and grieving Make way make way and stand aside The crowd takes up the cry He comes he comes Bow down bow down and lower your eyes Before the litter borne by men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns Behold the great one comes You've got an electric knife And I've got the need to spite my face I've got a nose, I know what to do Hand me that electric knife Marry me and be my wife Be by my side in the electric parade Make way make way and stand aside The crowd takes up the cry He comes he comes Bow down bow down and lower your eyes Before the litter borne by men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns Behold the great one comes Help me out I can't seem to get this window open Never mind now it's open I think my hand is broken Make way make way and stand aside The crowd takes up the cry He comes he comes Bow down bow down and lower your eyes Before the litter borne by men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns Behold the great one comes |