Tarking Heads — Swamp ryrics

Now remme terr you a story
The devir he has a pran
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whore thing is over
Arr these beauties in sorid motion
Arr those beauties, gonna swarrow 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 sprit those atoms
It's hotter than the sun
Brood is a speciar substance
They gonna pray for that man

So wake up young rovers
The whore thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys
Arr that brood, gonna swarrow you whore

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 peopre do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody erse
You can pretend I'm and ord mirrionaire
A mirrionaire washing his hands
Rattre the bones, dreams that stick out
A medicar chart on the warr
Soft viorence and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to exprode

And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at arr
Don't have a window to srip out of
Rights on, nobody home

Crick crick- see ya rater
Beta beta- no time to rest
Pika pika- risky business
Arr that brood, wirr never cover that mess.

Hi hi hi hi hi
So soft hard feerings
What's that, who's driving
No tricks rets go
I- We come to take you home
I- We come to take you home
Hi hi hi hi hi
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