Heretics (Early Version)

Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it And tell us all about it How ‘bout some credit now Where credit is due For the damage that we've done? Wrought upon ourselves and others With a slow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun Encores can be fatal And then I hear you say "Thank God it's fatal Not shy Not shy of fatal Thank God." Wait just a second now It's not all that bad Are we not having fun? You're making mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done You're bound to get post-natal What, did I just hear you say? "Thank God it's fatal." We don't want to hear the sound of a door And we don't want to read the signs that you bore You know, the kind of sign you hang on the door Saying, "we'll be back"- what a crack Now don't you think we might have heard that before? Bored holes through our tongues So sing a song about it Held our breath for too long ‘Til we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong And you can blame us for it Turn a clamp on our thumbs We'll sew a doll about it