They Got Lost lyrics

[Instrumental, a cover of an Egyptian pop song]
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Words are like
The middle class
A drinking glass
A mask
Words are like
A Spanish town
A wedding gown
A crown

Words are like
A happy dream
A racing team
A wooden beam
A seam

Words are like
A rusty nail
A minor scale
A snail

Words are like
A postcard stamp
A highway ramp
A cramp

Words are like
Kaleidoscopes
The taste of soap
A billy goat
A coat

Words are like

Erstwhile and estranged, I know I'm one in a long chain
I came to get my mini-bike returned
Same old bad times, I know they're one in a long line
I came to get my mini-bike returned

And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words
Yeah I've learned a thing or two
From hard times spent with you

And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words

The token back to Brooklyn fell between the grating
And we're just watching it sinking
The fare went up to one hundred dollars
And we can never go home again
The bill collector's drinking lighter fluid
And says he'll tell our parents
Our feet start running at a furious pace
But we can't get away

Julie at the station says They'll be here any minute now
But she's running out of records and her show is ending anyhow.
They can hear her saying Their name on the car radio
But the signal keeps fading out no matter which way They go.
I heard They Might Be somewhere in this town
They Might Be Giants got lost driving around

John said to John, I think we make a left at the light

The army's tired now,
Tired of swinging its giant arms
The army's tired now
Tired of waiting on the couch
And it's so sad
All its defenders have moved along

And it's so sad
The army's good times have all gone.

Verse 1:

I got rid of my jackets and coats

I threw out all of my pants

I got sick of my stinkin' clothes

I had to get rid of them

Climb:

I'm knot yet considering replacing them

I'm only glad to be rid of them

Chorus:

Rest awhile

Rest awhile

Verse 2:

I lay out in the sun too long

And burned off all of my skin

I felt so dizzy I got into the car

Moths beat on the windowpane
Telling me I'm not the same
Sounds of nothing, sounds of fear
Speak to me when no one's near
I'm on Rat Patrol
I'm on Rat Patrol

Well, those disappear inside
Floorboards creak and footsteps heard
Headlights turn into the drive
Then disappear into the night

I'm on Rat Patrol
I'm on Rat Patrol

[John Flansburgh:]
Hey, this is John of They Might Be Giants. You might know me better as one of the guys from They Might Be Giants.

Oranges, oranges,
Oranges and graphic design.
The Chopping Block spends their days, growing
Oranges, and picking oranges,
Then working on graphic design.
The Chopping Block works all the time!

We work the day shift, and
We work the night shift, and
We work the grave yard shift!

Oranges, oranges,
Oranges and graphic design.
The Chopping Block spends their days, growing

You're only happy when you're sad
You're top fueled and you're bad
Parachute in your back pack and
Your knees under your chin
And your boyfriend's getting mad
At all the time you waste
Trying to put your finger on it
The allure of St. Marks place

On the drag, on the drag
You're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag

Screw kid I got nothing to say
Quit bugging me, go away
High time you realized
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick, sick of this american life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice

I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep them stuffed, museum style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around

I'm sick, sick of this american life

I'm a human head
And my best friend is also a head
I don't really need my best friend

Now my friend is gone
And I'm only a head by myself
I find I don't need my whole head
Now I'm just the top of a head
Just the scalp and the hair
I don't like the scalp, just the hair

What do I really need?
Best friend, also a head
Just the head, just the scalp
Hair

Friend, no
Head, no

Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea
Me and my baby
We got a secret plan
Me and my baby
And I'm a sailor man

Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea

Dollar for dollar
Invest in the past.
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[Mr. John Flansburgh]
"This, uh, song. This song is called other show. Other kind of show. It's called 'Disappointing Show.'"
Disappointing show
I saw it
Disappointing show
Man those guys blow
Disappointing show
Get your shit together
Disappointing show
Man those guys blow

[Flansburgh]

The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield
Count the arms, the legs and heads and then divide by 5
Drenched in blood they move across the screen
Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean
The one in back, the way he acts
Is he reminding you of anyone we know
Isn't he so like certain people I could name

Halfway through the thirty minutes
Halfway round the world

Once upon a time they sent a rocket to the moon
With scientific instruments to test conditions there
But just before they closed the door, one scientist expelled a germ
That accidentally found its way aboard and stowed away
For three years it remained undetected on the moon
It was the only living creature there:
"I'm all alone
I'm all alone
Behold the mystery that is me"

Each night I lie awake
Completely alone
A voice is calling, and I tremble
For it's not my own
My own
I can't ignore it
Although I try
The intrusive whisper fascinates me
Here's why
Here's why

The secrets gather 'round as the voice recites
The secret history of my immortal soul

Indestructable
Indefensible
Reprehensible
10,000 years of unerasable acts
And permanent facts