They Might Be Giants "Till My Head Falls Off" |
There were eighty-seven advil in the bottle now there's thirty left. I ate forty-seven so what happened to other ten? Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration as I dump the bottle out and I count the advil up again. Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought. Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself. And I'm not done, and I won't be till my head falls off. Feeling every pocket on my shirt that's an over coat. I'm feeling them again but I don't know where I put my notes. Clearing my throat and gripping the lecturn, I smile and face my audience clearing it's throat and smiling with it's hand on the bathroom sink. And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall, I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognise at all. And I'm not done, And I won't be till my head falls off, Though it may not be a long way off. I'm not done talking yet. I'm not done talking. and when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall, I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall. And I'm not done, and I won't be till my head falls off. Though it may not be a long way off, I won't be done until my head falls off. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |