With The Dark — They Might Be Giants

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

I'm getting tired of all my nautical dreams I'm getting tired of all my nautical themes Busting my pirate hump Rocking 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