Bored holes through our tongues   So sing a song about it   Held our breath for too long   Till we're half-sick about it   Tell us what we did wrong   And you can blame us for it   Turn the clamp on our thumbs   We'll sew a doll about it   And tell us all about it   We'll sew a doll about it      How about some credit now   Where credit is due   For the damage that we've done   We have wrought upon ourselves and others   With a slow and vicious gun   And all the pratfalls can be fun   Encores can be fatal      And then I hear you say,   Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal.   Not shy   Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal. Thank God.   Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal.   Not shy   Not shy of fatal, not shy of fatal.      Wait just a second now   It's not all that bad   Are we not having fun?   You make your mountains of handkerchiefs   Where the mascara always runs   So be careful when you're done   You're bound to get postnatal   What did I just hear you say?      Thank God it's fatal   No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door   No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door   And we don't want to read the signs that your bore   You know the kind of sign you hang on a door   Saying, "We'll be back. What a crack."      Now don't you think we might'a heard that before?   Yeah don't you think we might'a 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 the clamp on our thumbs   We'll sew a doll about it