Tune your trumpets to B-Flat and stay behind the strings this time
When they thought that we had drawn the past hand in hand, o how they were wrong
They couldn't be dragged into believing their fear was more than just a silly little song
And on the off beats the winds grew brighter as his assembly of strings faded in volume
But on the counts of one and three and five the thunder echoed and struck the groom
Pop me circled and liquidised corruption, the malevolent sorcery to enchant forgery
Brief me into your laborious archives to enlighten me prior to your deranged insights
Teach me something I've already perceived pretty please and do it with absolute ease
Before this downgraded gathering I hadn't heard of such f*ckin' transcendent and symbolic bullshittery
It was a Saturday night when you received your invite and had nothing more to f*ckin' write
But when you got there you started crying like a little slut and you wanted to go home (laughter)
If I knew you were gonna go to the end of the sand dunes I wouldn't have gone, I would've stayed
You said "I can't go alone because there's people there, people that I know"
Would you like a cup of tea?
Would you like a biscuit instead?
Perhaps a blueberry muffin?
Or even a scone?
How 'bout a glass of wine?
How 'bout a jug, a barrel of beer?
No?
Tip toe around the black keys to get to the other side
Tune your trumpets to B-Flat and stay behind the strings this time
(Hee Haa) O how we came so far
(Hee Haa) Only for it to squander the char
(Hee Haa) Only for the line to be so sublime
(Hee Haa) And after all we let them dry
Even when the sky is illuminating blue you can't see the light like you use to
I could see it in your eyes, your self inflicted demise, now it's only a matter of time
Ladies and gentlemen, our man is paralysed