OUT OF CONTEXT LYRIC THREAD

In fact it's a gas

And we lay down on the sand of the sea,
And before us animosity will stand and decree:
That we speak not of love, only blasphemy.
And in the distance, 6 others will curse me,
But that's alright, (that's alright),
For I will watch them fall.

Those who ride against us will be murdered where they stand.

Let our arrows rain from sky to drain blood into the land.
If a mortal stands before us, strike him down with sleight of hand
And if heaven rides against us, then god himself must be damned.

But in my neighborhood
There's somethin' you should know
When the drumbeat starts
It's time to go

I used to fly like Peter Pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands

10,000 days in the fire is long enough
you're going home

I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?

"Got a hank of hair and a piece of bone and made a walking, talking Honeycomb"

- Jimmie Rogers, leaving out the part of the ritual that involves invoking Nyarlathotep and the forging of the Unspeakable Pact

Periodically, I search to remember if I posted a lyric before. This is the first time I remember this happening.

In some circles, TMBG get dismissed as a geeky, twitchy, novelty band (maybe they are?), but they are absolutely brilliant at what they do, and one of the hardest working bands in the business. I have a big warm spot in my heart for those aging nerds: they're my people, and I suspect a lot of us here at TIF feel the same way. I like this corner of the internet ::heart emoji::.

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight, we'll divy up there
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistols so I'll keep the pesos
Yeah and that seems fair

Just looking for a protector
God never reached out in time
There's love that is a savior
That ain't no love of mine

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie
Took him for all he was worth
Now she's a swinger, dating a singer
And I can't decide which is worse

Well I fell asleep, then I woke feelin' kinda' queer.
Lola looked at me and said, Ooh you look so weird.
She said, Man, there's really something wrong with you.
One day you're gonna' self-destruct.
You're up, get down, I'll come work you out.
You get a good thing goin', then you blow yourself out.