Swamp

Now lemme tell you a story The devil he has a plan A bag a' bones in his pocket Got anything you want No dust and no rocks The whole thing is over All these beauties in solid motion All those beauties, gonna swallow you up Hi hi hi hi hi, One time too many Too far to go I-We come to take you home And when they split those atoms It's hotter than the sun Blood is a special substance They gonna pray for that man So wake up young lovers The whole thing is over Watch but touch monkeys All that blood, gonna swallow you whole Hi hi hi hi hi What's that? Who's driving? Where we goin'? Who knows? I-We come to take you home How many people do you think I am Pretend I am somebody else You can pretend I'm and old millionaire A millionaire washing his hands Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out A medical chart on the wall Soft violence and hands touch your throat Ev'ryone wants to explode And when your hands get dirty Nobody knows you at all Don't have a window to slip out of Lights on, nobody home Click click- see ya later Beta beta- no time to rest Pika pika- risky business All that blood, will never cover that mess. Hi hi hi hi hi So soft hard feelings What's that, who's driving No tricks lets go I-We come to take you home I-We come to take you home Hi hi hi hi hi Etc. --- Swamp - Talking Heads