Born host to a tongue so sing a about it Held a for too long till 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 tell us all about it, we're so in doubt it
How some credit now is due for the damage that was done We have wrought ourselves and others With blow and vicious gun And although can be fun, encores can be fatal
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 it's fatal, thank God fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and
just a second now It's not all that bad, are we not having You make mountains of handkerchiefs Where the always runs So be careful when you're done you're to get post natal Wait, did I hear you say
Thank God fatal No, we don't want to hear the of a draw No, we don't to hear the sound 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 heard all before Yeah, you think we might have heard all that before
Born host to a so sing a song about it Held our breath for too long till we're half about it Tell us what we did wrong and you can us the clamp on our thumbs so we're down about it