Quit the Circus
John Flansburgh, John Linnell
I'll blink once for no
I'll blink twice for no
you hijack my thoughts every single night
you could be more help but you don't help a lot
scarecrows only work in the light
seeking a purpose stuck in the circus
now I make as much sense as the car on the lawn
sinking real low until it is gone
I can barely think thinking to myself
I'll stay in the car while you raise some hell
there must be a way to scare off this old ghost
the one I fear the most of the time
all our descendants finish the sentence
we're as much use as the rotary phone
we keep on the floor to prop the door closed
