Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

My Evil Twin

My evil twin, bad weather friend

He always wants to start when I want to begin

It scares me so, like I scare myself

with that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf

Playing hangman 'til the morning light

Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn

Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again

I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don't know why

My evil twin runs home again

Search lights look for an alibi, but I'll be home by then

Here he comes again, my evil twin

My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin

Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll

That resembles a Republican president from long ago

I'd hate to see you leave

'cause I have grown so grateful for the

blame you save me from

I know he looks like my

Hates work like me

and walks like me

He's even got a twin like me

My evil twin, bad weather friend

I know some day I'll meet him

but I don't know where or when