Texty:
They Might Be Giants Mightathon

wants you, they made a mistake Hey, hey, counterfeit fake History wants you, they made a mistake Hey, hey, counterfeit fake History wants you, they made

... no... They Might Be Giants are not Satanists. They are not posing as an easy-listening Nazi rock band trying to lure intellectuals into believing what they already know to be

Who can snap my fingers? Nobody can, nobody can Where's my cat's pajamas? In the can, the big trash can Swing is a word Six feet down Swing is a word

Here's hoping you don't (hoping you don't) Become a robot (clang clang) Clang, clang, whoops, too late Here's hoping you don't (hoping you don't) Become

your crocodile eyes Too late to apologize, I say, as flood waters rise I'll sink Manhattan I'll sacrifice friends I think they'd understand my plan I'll never be

Birds fly into my windshield Thoughts fall from my thoughts This good luck charm hanging off my arm Was left here by the police Words fall out of my

Hello Hello Hello

Which describes how you're feeling all the time Which describes how you're feeling all the Feeling all the time There's this guy in the sky and he makes

mother raised So, I'm rattling the bars around this drink tank Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be