Heretics

Born host to a tounge so sing a song about it
Held our breaths for to long till were half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on the thumb and so we're down about it
And tell us all about it
And so we're down 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 this slow, and vicious gun
And though 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

Wait just a second now
It's not all that bad
Are we not having fun?
We're making mountains of hankerchiefs where the
mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get postnatal
Wait, did I just hear you say?
Thank God it's fatal
And we don't want to hear the sound of a door
No we don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to be the signs that you bore
You know, the kind of ones you hang from your door
Saying we'll be back, what a crack
And don't you think we might have heard that before
And don't you think we might have heard that before

Born host to a tounge so sing a song about it
Held our breaths for to long till were half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on the thumb and so we're down about it