Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in

I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin

But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots

And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton

Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in

A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice

Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice

And nothing's smelling like a rose

But I don't care if no one's coming up for air

I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in

I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin

But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots

And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And nothing's smelling like a rose

But I don't care if no one's coming up for air

I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore

No, no, no, no

Nothing's smelling like a rose

But I don't care if no one's coming up for air

I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore