Heretics

Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it
 Held our breath for too long 'til we're half sick about it
 Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
 Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it
 And tell us all about it
 We'll sew a doll about it
 How 'bout some credit now
 Where credit is due
 For the damage that we've done?
 We have wrought upon ourselves and others
 With a slow and vicious gun
 And although pratfalls can be fun
 Encores can be fatal
 And then I hear you say
 Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
 Not shy
 Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal
 Thank God
 Thank God it's fatal, thank God it's fatal
 Not shy
 Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal
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 Wait just a second now
 It's not all that bad
 Are we not having fun?
 You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
 Where the mascara always runs
 So be careful when you're done
 You're bound to get post-nasal
 Wait, did I just hear you say?
 Thank God it's fatal
 We don't want to hear the sound of a door
 And we don't want to hear the sound of a door
 And we don't want to read the signs that you bore
 You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door
 Saying, "We'll be back", what a crack
 Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
 Now, don't you think we might have heard that before?
 Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it
 Held our breath for too long 'til we're half sick about it
 Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
 Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it