Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids
Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view
Without your fake teeth in?Keep your glass eye glued on the end
Of the highway up ahead of us
The collision is always licking it's lips
You weren't supposed to open the doorJust keep the plane from drifting off course
We'll attend to the terrified first class convinced
There's a hoof print on the bowAll hail the wounded heart contingent
Who've given us something more than faultlessness to sing about
Long live prosthetic live wires
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegratedYour captain nailed his feet
To someone else's ship at the sight of me
Your captain nailed his feet
To someone else's ship at the sight of meDo what your mother tells you
Do what your mother tells you
Do what your mother tells you
Put down the Sheriff's horseDo what your mother tells you
Do what your mother tells you
Do what your mother tells you
Put down the Sheriff's horseThe choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"
The King is dead