They Might Be Giants
With the Dark

Like a ghost writer's ending
She will send you down

She's in love with her broken heart
She's in love with the dark
She's in love with her broken heart
She's in love with the dark

[Interlude]

I'm getting tired of all my nautical dreams
I'm getting tired of all my nautical themes
Bustin' my pirate hump, rockin' my peg-leg stump
My mind naturally turns to taxidermy
To taxidermy, yeah

Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces
We're taking over
We're taking over
I looked around, and you looked around
And soon we were there, leading the charge
Of the wrong, of the wrong
Of the wrong, of the wrong
Rusted, crusted, combusted and dusted
Rusted, crusted, combusted and dusted
Rusted, crusted, combusted and dusted
We're taking over
We're taking over
Back in command of the out of control
All over town putting them all
In the ground, in the ground
In the ground, in the ground

No more sunlight please