Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Trouble Awful Devil Evil

Sweetly as I fall backwards in slow motion and sink into bliss

My unconscious face smiles for I am totally oblivious to all of the

Trouble awful devil evil

Trouble awful devil evil

Bat wings flapping just over my bed

Swooping whirling around overhead

The weight of my insensate body draws all the bedclothes down with it

Unknowing ecstatically lowering into a bottomless pit surrounded by

Trouble awful devil evil

Trouble awful devil evil

Bat wings flapping just over my bed

Swooping whirling around overhead

Shadows lengthen

Darkness spreads across a cold benighted land

Ten thousand years have passed and still I continue to descend

Arms folded ‘cross my chest, I dream of happiness without end, unaware of the

Trouble awful devil evil

Trouble awful devil evil

Bat wings flapping just over my bed

Swooping whirling around overhead