Frank Black Superabound
You heard the sun today There she blows, there she blows You saw the wind a'shining You don't know, you don't know You felt a tree that does fall You don't know, that's OK You don't have much taste for bouquet I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks So I bought a ticket to the freaks I saw a chicken with two heads Saw something else that was headless Then PT said see the egress 'Cause you move when the salesman speaks I superabound But I still got nothing to do A space is made by telephone They thought time would be overthrown And they compiled a wish list From Mars to duels to a dish kissed I tried to talk to the ishist But he was debating with his clone I superabound But I still got nothing to do You must see my domicile I had it built in decastyle The other day at the potlatch Come visiting was a sasquatch He said although I'm a mismatch Could I stay just for awhile? 'Cause the likes of us are few And we still got nothing to do I superabound But I still got nothing to do
