Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

An Insult to the Fact Checkers

Hey

Hats off to the things you don't say

Why?

So what's up with the side-eye?

Spent so long trying to get along

Trying to please you

Trying to tease out all the details

From the sad straight notions that just all seem wrong

I defy interpretation

I am not participating in it

Fine

Pick on someone else your own size

Fine

Go prey on some stranger passing by

Hey

Hats off to the things you don't say

Why?

So what's up with the side-eye?

My sad mind searching overtime

For a reason

You suspiciously incorporate some far-fetched fiction you find so sublime

But it's too late to reject and it's an insult to the fact checkers