Heretics - Andrew Bird

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