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