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a tale told by an idiot - john congleton and the nighty nite lyrics

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i’m not living like i should, leave no witness
i keep showing up in life, leave no witness
a never ending song, i’m heading for the most predictable cadence
you’re a librarian burning books, love
a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe
a human hurricane, derailing train
you’ve made horror, you’ve made a horrible mess, and

who do you think you are to question the tower?
to jump in the choir and sing like it’s something you’d offer?
and who do you think you woo when you ponder the yonder?
or shake your fist high at the sky, tell me, why should we bother?
who do you think you are, all piggish and stipend?
the storm is the b-st-rd, your face is the face that it’s slapping

and there’s a woman that i know with some syndrome
she frantically decorates her sweet home
she boards up the cracks to ward off attacks from the wind and… and… and… and… and…
and she kisses me there on the hearthstone
but deep down, we both know we’re alone
we’re human hurricanes, spinning weather vanes
we’ve made horror, you’ve made a horrible mess, and

who do you think you are to question the tower?
to jump in the choir and sing like it’s something you’d offer?
and who do you think you woo when you slumber a slaughter?
or shake your fist high at the sky, tell me, why should we bother, why bother?

the storm slaps your wrist, you’ll drip dollars and cents
over backbeat accents and piano suspense
while the ocean’s intent and the patrons lament on the horror
and the flare light is blinding but yet it’s inviting
the writers keep writing, the typewriter’s typing
the poets are pining, the actors are lying
it’s horror, you’ve made a horrible mess, and

who do you think you are to stare at the mountain?
to join in the fire and stew like it’s some warmth you’d offer?
and what do you think you prove when you murder a monster?
and scream out the words “tell me why,” why the f-ck should we bother?
what do you think you prove, all piggish and stipend
to stare at your navel and constantly pick out your coffin?

- john congleton and the nighty nite lyrics

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