i will fight with you
at the bottom of the well i will
i will come unglued from you
at the ringing of the bell ringer
and you ate the bee stinger
and my throat swelled up
here's the attic key,
nail the door shut

that will be the day...

flick off the lizards,
go around back
who's to say that i looked
who's to say that i saw
who's to say the nice guys finishing last
arn't the only ones finishing at all


cut through the prairie
burn the sun flowered grass
free the chickens
drown those noisy cats
when you hear the bells ringing
etch our names in glass
roll up the window
meet me round back

shoot the horses
clean out the well
who's to say that i pushed
who's to say that we fell
who's to say these bells aren't ringing
right down for us
and that we should keep
this song to ourselves

that will be the day...