Текст песни Till My Head Falls Off - They Might Be Giants

There were eighty-seven Advil in the bottle, now there′s thirty left.
I ate forty-seven so what happened to other ten?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again.

Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought.
Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself.

And I′m not done,
And I won't be till my head falls off.

Feeling every pocket on my shirt that's an over coat.
I′m feeling them again but I don′t know where I put my notes.
Clearing my throat and gripping the lecturn,
I smile and face my audience clearing it's throat and smiling
With it′s hand on the bathroom sink.

And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall,
I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognise at all.

And I′m not done,
And I won't be till my head falls off,
Though it may not be a long way off.

I′m not done talking yet.
I'm not done talking.

And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall,
I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall.

And I'm not done, and I won′t be till my head falls off.
Though it may not be a long way off,
I won′t be done until my head falls off.