Hold Up Your Hand Crookers (Ft. Róisín Murphy)

So it might be true
That the big, fat moon
Is a helium balloon (shock)
And we might just prove
It's only painted blue
And it's floating down, down, down
As a theory goes
It was all a hoax
Those dirty, dirty lying astronauts (shock)
Never left the ground
Just hanging around
In a studio in Hollywood

Built a great white whale
Speak directly to my brain
What kind of sucker am I s'posed to be today

And I'm in a smaller mood than you this morning
Do I always have to wake up
With the new day dawning (shock)

And I do what I'm told
And hear what you're sayin'
And swallow it whole
Am I what you're playin'
(Shock)
Baby, I know the game
Baby, I know the theory
(Shock)
If it doesn't add up
You're not thinking clearly