Born host to a tongue so sing a about it Held a breath for too long we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong, then you can us for it Turn the clamp on our thumbs so down about it And us all about it, we're so in doubt about it
How about some now is due for the damage that was done We have wrought ourselves and others With blow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun, encores can be
And then I you say Thank God it's fatal, God it's fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal, God Thank God fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and
Wait a second now not all that bad, are we not having fun? You make your mountains of Where the always runs So be careful when you're done you're bound to get natal Wait, did I hear you say
Thank God fatal No, we want to hear the sound of a draw No, we don't want to hear the sound of a And we don't want to hear the signs you bore You the kind of sign you hang on a door Saying, "We'll be back, a crack"
Now don't you think we might have heard all before Yeah, don't you think we have heard all that before
Born host to a tongue so sing a about it Held our breath for too long till we're half about it Tell us what we did and you can blame us the clamp on our thumbs so we're down about it