
Tune Into The Madness The Stupendium & Dan Bull
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[Spoken]
Good evening, do you know any good monsters?
Did you ever swerve your car at today's top speed
Of thirty-five miles an hour into an automobile?
Do you ever do the dishes for your wife? I should say not
Mrs. Carter doesn't really mind washing her teflon-coated pans
New, vital and fashionable
Fond of children? Well, it's only natural
Yes, you can't get away from it
There are branches everywhere
And it's safe? Yes, sir
[Verse 1: Dan Bull, The Stupendium, Both]
Deep down, down between the trees
Nestled in the lеaves, gleams a TV screen
Near a small lad sitting in thе tall grass
It’s an odd transmission to be broadcast
Listen as we talk dark thoughts and soar past
The watershed line before your bedtime
You'll panic like a rabbit that is caught in headlights
Reckon we’re manic? Of course, you’re dead right
You better exercise more caution next time
Or you'll end up in tomorrow morning’s headlines
Obituary, nothing more than "born and then died"
And not a single family member or a friend cried
Good evening, do you know any good monsters?
Did you ever swerve your car at today's top speed
Of thirty-five miles an hour into an automobile?
Do you ever do the dishes for your wife? I should say not
Mrs. Carter doesn't really mind washing her teflon-coated pans
New, vital and fashionable
Fond of children? Well, it's only natural
Yes, you can't get away from it
There are branches everywhere
And it's safe? Yes, sir
[Verse 1: Dan Bull, The Stupendium, Both]
Deep down, down between the trees
Nestled in the lеaves, gleams a TV screen
Near a small lad sitting in thе tall grass
It’s an odd transmission to be broadcast
Listen as we talk dark thoughts and soar past
The watershed line before your bedtime
You'll panic like a rabbit that is caught in headlights
Reckon we’re manic? Of course, you’re dead right
You better exercise more caution next time
Or you'll end up in tomorrow morning’s headlines
Obituary, nothing more than "born and then died"
And not a single family member or a friend cried
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