there's a story on a thimble

on a dimple, on a pea

and it's absolutely true until the end

when they pan out in the titles

we can see you're still alive

and the maitre'd is not your special friend



there's a road in a wrong place

twice as far out

and a bitch on a bridge

yeh the bridge was a bitch

with a heavenly drawn out roll of her lips

she undid the straps and smiled



that man will not hang

that man he will never hang



there's a man you should meet

and he might be under arrest

but believe me when i tell you he's ok

he ran the mohawk out of living rooms across the land

and introduced me to the joys of doubt



there's a dream, there's a barn

there was a story, it was a boring one

but honestly i tried to stay awake

born to hang and proud of it

i base my claim on credit



that man will not hang

that man he will never hang



he realised he wanted to have children with this girl

he pulled her to his side and quietly

gave away his heart like it was his to give away



wednesday the studio come knocking

excuse them but they need their property

gave away his heart like it was his to give away