They Might Be Giants Quit The Circus
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
