Mountain Goats, The - Cut Off Their Thumbs #1 Lyrics




We sprawl out on the bed or we lean against the wall
Down among the dregs out where the yellow spiders crawl
The telephone is broken and the drapes have all been closed
Hands up, who doesn't know exactly where this story goes

I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room

How has it come to this, well I haven't got a clue
You looking up at me and us two glowering down at you
Wind shakes the palm trees with an escalating fury
Face the judge or take your chances with the jury

I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room

Let's have a little music on this hazy afternoon
Let's hope the tension in here finds its resolution soon
Radio on the windowsill, old white moon above
God watches over children and he cares for fools in love

I'm gonna kill everybody in this room
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room





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