Heretics Andrew Bird

[Verse 1]
Bored holes through our tongues
To sing this 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

[Verse 2]
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 although pratfalls can be fun
Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say

[Chorus]
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