Gloom and How It Gets That Way

Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids

Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids

What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view

Without your fake teeth in?

Keep your glass eye glued on the end

Of the highway up ahead of us

The collision is always licking it's lips

You weren't supposed to open the door

Just keep the plane from drifting off course

We'll attend to the terrified first class convinced

There's a hoof print on the bow

All hail the wounded heart contingent

Who've given us something more than faultlessness to sing about

Long live prosthetic live wires

The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated

Your captain nailed his feet

To someone else's ship at the sight of me

Your captain nailed his feet

To someone else's ship at the sight of me

Do what your mother tells you

Do what your mother tells you

Do what your mother tells you

Put down the Sheriff's horse

Do what your mother tells you

Do what your mother tells you

Do what your mother tells you

Put down the Sheriff's horse

The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly

Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"

The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly

Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"

The King is dead