Someone's taught the cat to moonwalk and it's become a real show-off.
The party's already falling apart but we all play along it's rolling on.
The host eyeballs the fire alarm. Our welcome's become undone.
The party's already falling apart but we all play along it's rolling on.
TV's on, volumes down, anchormen guest star on each other's shows.
We're listening to field recordings of gleaners singing in some ex-Soviet state.
And hope's shadow's shape may change like names
But doing what you want will never pay well.
Someone's peanut-buttered the poor cat's paws.
I've misunderstood him all along.
And hope's shadow's shape may change like names
But doing what you want will never pay well.