They Might Be Giants - Cloisonné lyrics

rate me

One,two,three,four

Mind your business

Mind your business

Mind you never shut

Quonset’s hot business

My craft is exploding

It’s like I’m making cloisonné

Choking on my dust

With my 3 blind cats

You got a friend in law enforcement

Don't go calling law enforcement

Business

Mind your business

Got too busy explaining

Now it's just raining pain

Pain in the form of a rain drop

Yes, a rain drop made of pain

Tell them the story, rain drop

"I don't want to tell them, mister!"

Tell them the story, rain drop

"I don't want to tell them!"

Keep your voice down

Keep your voice down

Keep your window-shaking, Godforsaken voice down

I'm sick of this beeswax

I'm sick of these second-story Sleestaks

Breathing on my dice

Giving me back rubs

When I'm deep in concentration

You start getting all conversatin' Sleestak

What's a Sleestak?

That's your heart attack Towel rack Fallback

You got no doctors

All your doctors have gone home

What's a Sleestak?

What's a Sleestak?

You got a friend in law enforcement

Don't go calling law enforcement Cloisonné