“Heretics” by Andrew Bird

“Heretics” by Andrew Bird

August 7, 2018 0 By CPE

“How about some credit now
where credit is due, for the damage that we’ve done?”

Bore holes through our tongues then 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 so we’re down about it.
And tell us what so we’re down about it.

How about some credit now
where credit is due, for the damage that we’ve done?
We have brought upon ourselves and others
with this 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 make your mountains of handkerchiefs
where the mascara always runs.
So be careful when you’re done.
You’re bound to get post-natal.
Wait, 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 hear 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 all that before?

Yeah, don’t you think we might have heard all that before?

Bore holes through our tongues then 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 so we’re down about it.
And tell us what so we’re down about it.

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