paroles de chanson Tiny Apocalypse - David Byrne

Raise up, shake them lazy bones
Read the t-shirt but still don′t understand
Comin' home with a little apocalypse
It comes, now do you have time for this?
A three-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear
Lookin′ at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
Well, I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme
But I got me a car and I know how to drive
In the event of pressure loss
All our lines are busy now
I will be laughing out loud anyhow
Every day a little apocalypse
Lay down, lay down next to this
Lookin′ at the body, well, I don′t even know his name
Call me in the morning, was a friend of mine
Well, the wind so strong, it's blowing us all around
Wind so strong, nobody settle down
Every day, another apocalypse
Had a TV but I don′t know how deep it is
Please read the print advisory
Would you like to go ahead?
Dancin' wherever she goes, tippy toes
Rhetorical, memorial, invisible, incredible
Unstoppable, emotional, illogical, sensational
Little sister gotta take her medicine
Baby brother, gonna do it all again
Runnin′ fast but cannot catch the bus
Funny feelin', this is part of us
And you must take your medicine
Getting better every day
Good for a limited time, feelin′ fine
We will return your things to you
When it's time for you to leave
So quiet, nobody knows, tippy toes