Heretics
Bored holes through our tongues, so 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 a 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 'bout 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-nasal
Wait, did I just hear you say?
Thank God it's fatal
We don't want to hear the sound of a door
And 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 the door
Saying, "We'll be back", what a crack
Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
Bored holes through our tongues, so 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 a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll 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 a 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 'bout 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-nasal
Wait, did I just hear you say?
Thank God it's fatal
We don't want to hear the sound of a door
And 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 the door
Saying, "We'll be back", what a crack
Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
Bored holes through our tongues, so 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 a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird
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