Born host to a tongue so sing a song it Held a breath for too long till we're half about it us what we did wrong, then you can blame us for it Turn the clamp on our so we're 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 upon and others With blow and vicious gun And although can be fun, encores can be fatal
And I hear 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 of handkerchiefs Where the mascara runs So be careful when done you're bound to get post natal Wait, did I hear you say
God it's fatal No, we don't want to hear the sound of a No, we don't to hear the sound of a draw And we don't want to hear the signs that you You know the kind of you hang on a door Saying, "We'll be back, a crack"
Now don't you we might have heard all that before Yeah, don't you think we might have heard all before
Born host to a so sing a song about it Held our breath for too long we're half sick about it us what we did wrong and you can blame us Turn the clamp on our thumbs so we're down it