Andrew Bird - Heretics lyrics
[Andrew Bird - Heretics lyrics]
Bored holes through our tongues
To sing this song about it
Held our breath for too long
Till we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it
We'll sew a doll about it
How about some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that we've done
We have 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 it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
Not shy
Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal, thank God
Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
Not shy not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal
Wait just a second now it's not all that bad
Are we not having fun?
You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get post natal
What did I just hear you say?
Thank God it's fatal
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to read
The signs that you bore
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Saying, "we'll be back, what a crack"
Now don't you think we might
Have heard that before?
Yeah, don't you think we might
Have heard that before?
Bored holes through our tongues
To sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
'Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it
To sing this song about it
Held our breath for too long
Till we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it
We'll sew a doll about it
How about some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that we've done
We have 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 it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
Not shy
Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal, thank God
Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
Not shy not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal
Wait just a second now it's not all that bad
Are we not having fun?
You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get post natal
What did I just hear you say?
Thank God it's fatal
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to read
The signs that you bore
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Saying, "we'll be back, what a crack"
Now don't you think we might
Have heard that before?
Yeah, don't you think we might
Have heard that before?
Bored holes through our tongues
To sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long
'Til we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
And you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on our thumbs
We'll sew a doll about it