Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Amanda said you have to go
Amanda said it's time to go
She said I'm tired of being homeless, restless.
I confess
I am wrong

Listen, we are
Listen, we are
Listen, we are
We're
All
Talk
Talk

Mission we're on
Mission we're on
Mission we're on
Big
Dumb
Cock
Cock

Heaven be good
Heaven be good
Heaven be good
Hell
Stand
Up
Up

Mission we're on
Mission we're on
Mission we're on
Big
Dumb
Cock

You look so neat
Everyday is your birthday
You're such a treat
I'm just a drip in your faucet

Before the party's over
Before the highway road
Before the day begins
There's something I need to say

There's no one else
There is no one quite so perfect
When you're foreign bound
I am the coin in your pocket

Just wait for me the night through
Like I do for you
There's no one left to cry boo hoo
play it through ok ok ok ok oh

You're not like me
It seems that people stick like flies to you
And my mystery
Is just that I've no one to cling to

I think it's the Chinese New Year
Of this I'm fairly clear
And what better way to celebrate
Than run away with little boy blue?

Come along now now now now now
Don't think on an offer that you can't refuse
Yesterday's not quite the same let's make it plain
There are things that I can do

Some day we're going to make it all right
It is a radio tells me so.

Too big
Too strong
Too weak
Too long
Too big
Too strong
Too weak
Too long
Too old
Too proud
Too soft
Too loud
To weep
To moan
To weep
To moan
To sleep
Around
Remain
Unfound
To seek
To grow
To seek
To grow
Too steep
To walk
To be
On top
Too far
To go
Too bad
You know

(shhhh!!!!!!)

to make
a sound
to make
a sound
oh no here it comes
oh no here it comes
oh no here it comes
oh no hear it

(sound)

to laugh
to growl
to leave
abstract distance for the couch
too steep
too deep
to taste
to eat
to meet
the crowd
to keep
the towel
to not
let go
asleep
somehow
too soft
too loud
rimbaud
samo
disease
oh no!
too far
to go
too young
to know
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up
give up

She smiles
Then she laughs and then
She rights the wheel
On the road again
While all you fear are her thighs

A man
makes a man a man
is that the way
to kiss a friend?
She is not
She is so
Kindly meet me under stairs
a city skyline just don't care what comes
but we should mind that we don't

To sound
Them bells
Skin thick
To tell
Not sick
Nor well
The air
To speak
The nose
The feet
The ear
To see
Too fool
To stop
Too late
Blue cop
And you
Are meeeeeeeeeeeeeee
To wear
No clothes
To strike
No pose
No hook
No shoes
Quick eat
Then home
To clean them bones
To stick
To guts
The art
Of loud
Too neat
Too proud
No taste
No foul
The part
To keep
To yield
To beat.....

Now that you're hear and see
Everyone of us seem to take the wrong way home
Now that you're safe with me
Trying to get a handle on the neighbor's lawn

We're safe and sound
So safe for now

How does it taste to be swinging away for the night?
Doctor said son you should carry a gun (for to) be alright...
but it's the way that you talk and it's the way that you move around
Gravity's one thing and
Gravity's something, but

Hows about coming down?
There's a time and place in which to be alone
(but lately it just don't seem so alluring)
You're no good not around
Your elevator skipping all me best-dressed floors

We're safe and sound
So safe for now

Weird but you're back talking

How did I arrive in a place like this?
Red right hand does the alligator kiss

My hair turns white and my face turns green
But my feet are still moving if you know what I mean

Satan said dance

He says to me to shake around
And don't stop 'til you hit the ground

And I know it is not how you thought it would be
No whips no chains just dancing dancing dancing dancing
dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing
dancing dancing dancing dancing

Satan said dance

All this talking
you'd think I'd have something to say
but I'm just talking
like a siren getting louder and farther away
from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me
breaking glass and pretending to start
something big
some new taste

Did you wander
as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder
sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town
which are falling down for people
to stand in their place;
to try to make something great

That's just a part of the story
And it could be maybe something complete someday
At the end of the quarry
yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
and slap us all on the teeth
But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
tell me when do mouths close
and people gracefully retreat

New York calling
at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth
but there's no telling
from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV
Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement
that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That's me
Am I late?

That's the state of my story
and it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry
I have dug a hole for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
and slap us all on the feet
but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close
and people gracefully retreat?

Some songs see us sailing away
Navigating foreign borders
And climbing the waves
Someday your secret will be revealed
Am I the one you're thinking of
When the sun goes down into the water?

We're struck by the still of the moon
Hanging up there in the sky as though a balloon
Anchored by an astronaut's patriot tune
We will buy a ship and fly
To the land that would be rediscovered

We'll design a clever disguise
Or retreat to the bottom of the sea
We were destined to live out our lives
Underwater you and me

We'll escape beneath a violet sky
Clouds come
And night falls
You seem different
Oh my my!

Upon an endless trail of moonlight
They'll never realize that we have gone
We have dropped right out of
Out of sight

We'll design a clever disguise
Or retreat to the bottom of the se
We were destined to live out our lives
Underwater you and me

Try Jamaica
(I) think they'll take you
Honolulu
How do you do?
I'll make a quick stop
My fair-lady pill pop
Before catching the bus to good lord knows where's what
(Catch me)
falling out of line
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Salad nicoise
Good to meet you
Carcasonne hon'
Stands next to no one
The rake at the door has been taking a tour
Of this tar (and) feather land and good lord knows
that I am now
Falling out of line
I'm calling upon North Carolina to help me out here

Yankee go
Yankee go home
The gas prices are getting higher
As the rain falls upon dry land
Yankee go home

Senses burn man
when the deck-hand
Plays a flute which
Reminds me of you oh
That night have some patience
And girls who are singing of strangers and sailors
There are gunfights
There are neckties
A little history
A little sunlight
Alright

Yankee go home

Papa said
Papa said
Pa said get used to it
Pa said get used to it
Pa said it gets so goddamn hard but I get used to it
Pa said get used to it