They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants - Pencil Rain lyrics

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Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain

The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train
They're searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain

And now hear the roar that none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of spintering wood and lives that are claimed
And one who have witnessed all
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
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Publisher: They Might Be Giants

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

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