作曲 :  
  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*