Author: They Might Be Giants

Album title: They Might Be Giants

Everything Right Is Wrong Again

Everything right is wrong again

Just like in the long long trailer

All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving

And nobody would stop to save her

Wake me when it's over, touch my face

Tell me every word has been erased

Don't you want to know the reason

why the cupboard's not appealing

Don't you get the feeling that

Everything that's right is wrong again

You're a weasel overcome with dinge

Weasel overcome but not before the damage done

The healing doesn't stop the feeling

And now the song is over now

Everything right is wrong again

Every movement false, every four is waltz again

Every five and dime's been gained and spent

Tell me that you like my float upstream

Draw the line dividing laugh and scream

You know everything that I know so I know

You've heard the voice that makes the silent noise

Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head

As you body floats down Third Street

With the burn-smell factory closing up

Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize

All the things you've known before

It was not so great

And as you take a bath in that beaten path

there's a pounding at the door

It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity

He says "The good old days never say good-bye

if you keep this in your mind:

You need some loving arms"

And as you fall from grace the only words you say are

Put your hand inside the puppet head

Ads up in the subway are the work of someone

Trying to please their boss

And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants

Is just to please somebody else

If the puppet head was only busted in

It would be a better thing for everyone involved

and we wouldn't have to cry

Put your hand inside the puppet head

Quit my job down at the carwash

Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note

That reads: "That check's in the mail, and

I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change"

If the puppet head was only busted in

I'll see you after school

Put your hand inside the puppet head

Number Three

There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third

Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words

Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave

For the two songs in me and the third one I just made

A rich man once told me

"Hey life's a funny thing"

A poor man once told me

That he can't afford to speak

Now I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause

There's just two songs in me and I just wrote the third

Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words

Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave

For the two songs in me and the third one I just made

I went to the President

And I asked old what's-his-name

Has he ever gotten writer's block

Or something like the same

He just started talking

Like he was on TV

"If there's just two songs in ya, boy

Whaddya want from me?"

So I bought myself some denim pants

And a silver guitar

But I politely told the ladies

"You'll still have to call me Sir

Because I have to keep my self-respect

I'll never be a star

Since there's just two songs in me

And this is Number Three"

Don't Let's Start

Don't let's start

This is the worst part

Could believe for all the world

That you're my precious little girl

But don't let's start

I've got a weak heart

And I don't get around how you get around

When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone

You are an animal

The words I'm singing now

Mean nothing more than meow to an animal

Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account

But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound

D, world destruction

Over and overture

N, do I need

Apostrophe T, need this torture?

No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful

Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful

They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,

Deputy dog dig a ding dang depadepa

I don't want to live in this world anymore

I don't want to live in this world

Hide Away Folk Family

Hide away folk family

Or else someone's gonna get ya

Hide away folk family

Better hide away

Tippy-toe to the front door, Mother,

Because there's a guy with a long, long fuse

And the one thing you can't hide is all the fear you feel inside

And the fuse is spelling out these words

Tippy-toe to the flat-bed, Father,

Because they're pouring out our gasoline

And sadly the cross-eyed bear's been put to sleep behind the stairs

And his shoes are laced with irony

32 Footsteps

32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry

32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky

32 feathers in my brand-new Indian headdress

32 new moons shining in 32 skies

What's the reason, why'd she go?

Where's my baby, I don't know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

What's the reason, why'd she go?

Where's my baby, I don't know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

32 lies my ears never saw when the floorboards gave way

32 walls come tumbling down and the night turns to day

32 infantrymen running in place

32 boxcars, all of them have your face

What's the reason, why'd she leave?

Don't you know we're on the eve of

32 footsteps? Counted them myself, 32 footsteps

Toddler Hiway

In the mornin' sun 'round seven o'clock

The parking lot fills around Toys-R-Us

And my little girl, she will get away

Ride her bike down Toddler Hiway

Take your Close'n'Play

Toddler Hiway

Rabid Child

Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB

Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid

Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day

"Hammer down" and "rabbit ears" are the only words they know

If you pass the rabid child say "hammer down" for me

The rabid child

Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in

I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin

But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots

And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton

Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in

A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice

Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice

And nothing's smelling like a rose

But I don't care if no one's coming up for air

I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore

(She Was A) Hotel Detective

She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls

If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective

Why don't you check her out

Well the bellhop is funky

The dumbwaiter's a monkey

If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective

She says she likes my face

She says she owns the place

Forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective

Come on and swing with me

>From the top of a tree

And make me feel like a bee

That's where I want to know you

She's An Angel

I met someone at the dog show

She was holding my left arm

But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant.

We both said, "I really love you,"

The Shriners loaned us cars

We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times

Why did they send her over anyone else?

How should I react? These things happen to other people

They don't happen at all, in fact

When you're following an angel

Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?

Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead

Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things

I heard they had a space program

When they sing you can't hear, there's no air

Sometimes I think I kind of like that and

Other times I think I'm already there

Gonna ask for my admission

Gonna speak to the man in charge

The secretary says he's on another line,

Can I hold for a long, long time?

I found out she's an angel

I don't think she knows I know

I'm worried that something might happen to me

If anyone ever finds out

Youth Culture Killed My Dog

Youth culture killed my dog

And I don't think it's fair

And his suicide can be justified

By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried

Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs

Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball

But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same

Youth culture killed my dog

And I don't think it's fair

And the judgement made in the city of hate

Just broke his spirit so

Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs

Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball

But the hiphop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind

I don't understand what you did to my dog

Youth culture killed my dog

And I don't think it's fair

And his suicide can be justified

By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried

Boat Of Car

I took my boat for a car

I took that car for a ride

I was trying to get somewhere

But now I'm following the traces of your fingernails

That run along the windshield on the boat of car

Traces of your fingernails that run along the windshield

On the board of car

Absolutely Bill's Mood

I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea

I crawled to school each morning, when it occured to me

That life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see

And this is what it said to me

My room is comfortably small

With rubber lining the walls

And there's someone always calling my name

He calls when I'm alone

And he calls when I'm not home

And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain

I'm insane

Now listen all you swingers, don't you try to tag along

I know monkey see, but monkey's dead, for you it would be wrong

Put a dime in my jukebox, you'll only hear this song

And it won't be fun for long

Chess Piece Face

What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face

There I go but for my face

All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face

I don't know where he lives

Or if he knows to sail

Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail

But I don't believe he's dreaming

Or if he cares to know

So I shudder in my lampshade

So, what's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face

There I go but for my face

All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face

Hope That I Get Old Before I Die

Sometimes I feel like being wispy

And once in a while I feel like being dry

But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround

So I hope that I get old before I die

It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope

And I wonder why this hasn't happened

Why why why

And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt

And I hope that I get old before I die

Clear off the kitchen table darling

For on the kitchen table I must lie

I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life

And I hope that I get old before I die

Alienation's For The Rich

I got to get a job

Got to get some pay

My son's gotta go to art school

He's leaving in three days

And the TV's in Esperanto

You know that that's a bitch

But alienation's for the rich

And I'm getting poorer every day

Well I ain't feeling happy

About the state of things in my life

But I'm working to make it better

With a six of Miller High Life

Just drinking and a-driving

Making sure my dues get paid

Because alienation's for the rich

And I'm feeling poorer every day

The Day

The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married

The trees all waved their giant arms

And happiness bled from every streetcorner

And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows

The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married

The trees all waved their giant arms

And happiness bled from every streetcorner

And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows

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