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They Might Be Giants Apollo 18

Dig my grave Dig my grave Every time I look in your eyes I see St. Peter wave Dig my grave Dig my grave Every time you call my name I hear the angels

Everything is catching Yes, everything is catching on fire (Everything's catching on fire) Everything is catching on fire (everything's catching on fire

He's a hypnotist, hypnotist of ladies He's a hypnotist, hypnotist of ladies You're getting sleepy, very sleepy He's a hypnotist, hypnotist of ladies

If I wasn't shy If I wasn't shy I'd burn all the uniforms I'd burn all the "Ask Me" buttons I'd burn all the intercoms I'd burn all the time clock cards

I don't want to change your mind I don't want to think about your mind They say love is blind I don't think you're blind You don't want to understand

I lay my head on the railroad track Stare at the sky all painted up Your train is gone, won't be coming back See the constellation ride across the sky

bigger to me Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but they're actual size As she drives away Big men Often tremble As they step aside I thought

a paper-white mask of evil Sang us this song Turn around, (round) turn around (round) There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be

see the things the stone has shown to me) A rock that spoke a word (An animated mineral it can be heard) And though I once preferred a human being's company They