HOLY MOLY Lyrics

I took a crack at the thermostat the resistance don't look right

Maytag blues and a pile of screws and a kid screaming through the night

but the line's still straight from the fence to the gate

I can hang my pain to dry

and I don't need a clock to tell me I'm late for the news to tell when I'll die

HOLY MOLY

And I don't give a rip about the chips let 'em fall, let 'em fry, who cares?

I'll save money by drinking less and letting you cut my hair

but the line's still straight from the fence to the gate

I can hang my pain to dry

and I don't need a clock to tell me I'm late for the news to tell when I'll die

HOLY MOLY

When they finally dig us up a thousand years from now

sifting through our T.V. dinners with a furrowed brow

Flip past fossiled fingertips finding holocenic eyes

Such elastic lies in a plastic prize