heretics

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 there 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 the door
saying we'll be back what a crack
don't you think we might have heard that before?
*alien*