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[Nikashi]

They fixed up the corner store like it was a nightclub
It's permanently disco
Everyone was dressed so oddly
I can't recognize them, I can't tell the staff from the customers

Baby, check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here!
When they stop the drum machine and I can think again
I'll remember what it was

You have to carry all your things, you can't misplace them
There's nowhere to place anything

Baby, check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here!
When they stop the drum machine and I can think again
I'll remember what it was

They were shouting something at us
Waving and pointing

They revamped the airport completely, now it looks just like a nightclub
Everyone's excited and confused

Baby, check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here!
When they start the love machine and I can laugh again
I'll remember what it was

Baby, check this out, I've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here!
(Man, it's so loud in here)

Man, it's so loud in here!
(Man, it's so loud in here)

Man, it's so loud in here!
(Man, it's so loud in here)

Man, it's so loud in heeeeeeeeere
(Man, it's so loud in here)

 

[AntoneM]

My name is Dr. Worm.
Good morning. How are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.

I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
But I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'll leave the front un-locked 'cause I can't
Hear the doorbell

When I get into it I can't tell if you are
Watching me twirling the stick.
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will pay the solo
Some day somebody else besides me will
Call me by my stage name, they will

Call me Dr Worm.
Good Morning how are you, I'm Dr Worm
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.

I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
But I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'm not a real doctor,
But they call me Dr. Worm.

 

[Nikashi]

Hang on
Hang on tight

They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be rain
They might be heat
They might be frying up a stalk of wheat

They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be brain
They might be washed
They might be dr. spock’s back-up band

To make the merry-go-round go faster
So that everyone needs to hang on tighter
Just to keep from being thrown to the wolves

Tabloid footprints in your hair
Tabloid footprints everywhere
We can’t be silent
’cause they might be giants
And what are we going to do unless they are

They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be bald
They might be snow
They might be something else in the snow

Hang on tight

They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants
They might be fake
They might be lies
They might be big, big, fake, fake lies

Tabloid footprints in your hair
Tabloid footprints everywhere
We can’t be silent
’cause they might be giants
And what are we going to do unless they are

They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants (boy)
They might be giants (boy)

(x4)

 

[etiolate]

I was working all night in my office
When a man I had recently killed
Called me up from a phone near my building
So I looked out the window at him
He had the same obsequious manner
That was the reason I had him killed
So to calm my nerves I sang this song
To him, over the phone

Turn around, turn around
There’s a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It’s a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around

I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of the neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone
And sang me this song

Turn around, turn around
There’s a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It’s a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around

We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had been turned
And who we thought would find us highly amusing
Quickly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
Sang us this song

Turn around, (round) turn around (round)
There’s a thing there that can be found (there’s a thing there that can be)
Turn around, (found) turn around (round)
It’s a human skull on the ground (it’s a human skull on the)
Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)
Turn around (turn around, turn around)

Turn around, (round) turn around (round)
There’s a thing there that can be found (there’s a thing there that can be)
Turn around, (found) turn around (round)
It’s a human skull on the ground (it’s a human skull on the)
Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)
Turn around (turn around, turn around)