The Jane Austen Argument - The Debt Collectors lyrics

rate me

See, the debt collector's coming

He's come to break my fingers

So I can't play piano, no, no more

And see, the debt collector's coming

He's come to take my tongue

So I can't sing any songs any more

I just go "Ah-ha-ah-ha-ah"

To the top of the pop charts

"Ah-ha-ah-ha-ah"

In your iPods

"Ah-ha-ah"

That's the sound of silence,

Simon and Garfunkel

And see, the Grim Reaper is coming

He's sharpening his scythe

'Til he can see his own reflection

And you see, the Grim Reaper is crying -

His business down the drain

'Cos people do it so much quicker

(And cheaper, and better...)

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And you see – our Saviour's second coming

He's such a selfish bastard

(Some of us don't get to come even once)

And you see, his fans know to avoid my house now

'Cos I've signed a sealed deal with Satan

To just love everybody that I can...

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And you see, I think the Grim Reaper should go after

That fucking debt collector

So I can sing whenever I bloody goddamn well please

And our Saviour should just make love to Satan

So both can see that either

Are intolerable

Without the other...

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh

And ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Oh...