合辑(2009年发行)
Heretics(Andrew
Bird)
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
So
we're
down
about
it
And
tell
us
all
about
it
We're
so
way
down
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
this
blow,
ambitious
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
post-needle
Wait,
did
I
just
hear
you
say...
Thank
God
it's
fatal
No,
we
don't
want
to
hear
the
sound
of
a
draw
No,
we
don't
want
to
hear
the
sound
of
a
draw
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.
We're
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're
so
way
down
about
it