They Might Be Giants - Cloisonné lyrics
[They Might Be Giants - Cloisonné lyrics]
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 have 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 have a friend in law enforcement
Don't go calling law enforcement cloisonné