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Bored holes through our tongues
To 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 a clamp on our thumbs
We ll sew a doll about it
And tell us all about it
How bout some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that we ve done
Wrought upon ourselves and others
With 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
Not shy
Not shy of fatal
Thank god
Wait just a second now
It s not all that bad
Are we not having fun?
You re making mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you re done
You re bound to get post-natal
What did I just hear you say?
Thank god it s fatal
We don t want to hear the sound of a door
And we don t want to read the signs that you bore
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Saying we ll be back what a crack
Don t you think we might have heard that before?
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