The Peculiar Case of the Human Song G by The Paranoid Style Lyrics
The horses are all up and gone
Honey you surely won’t last long
Singing that borrowed tune you stole from John and John
Don’t know what was the accursed venue
Sponsored by Bar/None and I got their sampler
Some of the bands were the Ordinares and Katy McCarty and Rage to Live and Brian Dewan and Freedy Johnston
But my favorite song was “The Nightgown of the Sullen Moon”
It showed up late and it left to soon
What’s their deal? Are they art school kids?
I think they live under the Williamsburg Bridge
You can call them on the phone and they’ll sing to you
Their first record is self-titled, but everyone calls it “the pink album”
It’s got “Don’t Let’s Start” and “She’s and Angel” and “Absolutely Bill’s Mood”
Was she a hotel detective, or the investigator?
The peculiar case of the human song generators
Before the flood there was Lincoln
I’m pretty sure “Ana Ng” is the best one
But “They’ll Need a Crane” is certainly a close second
I was working in the lab late one night
Trying to discern exactly when you’ll die
I’ve been on both ends of this is where the party ends
But I never lost faith in They Might Be Giants
The thermostat’s in flames, or in the incinerator
The peculiar case of the human song generators
Like this:
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
I’ve made no advancement, I’ve made no improvement
Pretty soon you’ll read me out of the movement
But you’ll have to deal with TMBG – they’ll chop you down like an old, dead tree
In the days of our youth, remember your creator
The peculiar case of the human song generators
Honey you surely won’t last long
Singing that borrowed tune you stole from John and John
Don’t know what was the accursed venue
Sponsored by Bar/None and I got their sampler
Some of the bands were the Ordinares and Katy McCarty and Rage to Live and Brian Dewan and Freedy Johnston
But my favorite song was “The Nightgown of the Sullen Moon”
It showed up late and it left to soon
What’s their deal? Are they art school kids?
I think they live under the Williamsburg Bridge
You can call them on the phone and they’ll sing to you
Their first record is self-titled, but everyone calls it “the pink album”
It’s got “Don’t Let’s Start” and “She’s and Angel” and “Absolutely Bill’s Mood”
Was she a hotel detective, or the investigator?
The peculiar case of the human song generators
Before the flood there was Lincoln
I’m pretty sure “Ana Ng” is the best one
But “They’ll Need a Crane” is certainly a close second
I was working in the lab late one night
Trying to discern exactly when you’ll die
I’ve been on both ends of this is where the party ends
But I never lost faith in They Might Be Giants
The thermostat’s in flames, or in the incinerator
The peculiar case of the human song generators
Like this:
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
I’ve made no advancement, I’ve made no improvement
Pretty soon you’ll read me out of the movement
But you’ll have to deal with TMBG – they’ll chop you down like an old, dead tree
In the days of our youth, remember your creator
The peculiar case of the human song generators