Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire

Well, piece by piece and nail by nail it'll all come down some day before the fires of hell You let me in your house You let me in your house You let me in your house with a hammer Set to tile or set to stone Tit for tat and bone for bone I'm goin' t

Too long you waited too long to come home Now your daddy don't want you no more Too long you don't belong here anymore So quit your knock-knocking at my door You let me sweet mamma for no good reason at all And now there's another mule kicking in the

I've got a new found fangled Fandango tango angle And it keeps things curious Yes, and it makes folks furious It takes two part tango And a little tingle tangle And two Orangutans Like me and you I used to think that you were a tomboy Hair like a bir

Well, I can tell by the way you take your infusion You've spent some time in a mental institution What a dream, life would seem if only They let you keep your etch-a-sketch Eh, you laugh like a banshee, gesticulate your delirium They treat you like a

Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone To sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis But don't be sympathetic, just pass the anaesthetic 'Cuz sheep are benign and on the young we will dine Burn her pale blue shroud, and tread on her bone

I bear no grudge, even though my heart may break Eternally lost love, I bear no grudge Though you're shining in your diamond splendor No ray of light falls on the darkness of your heart I've known it well for a long time, I bear no grudge Ich grolle

Some of these days, you'll miss your honey Some of these days I'll be going away Some of these days you'll miss your honey You know you're gonna miss me, sweet darling, I'm going away Some of these days you'll be sorry Some of these days I'll be goin

You've been away for such a long, long time Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fine I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea Nein, was t

Some people was an angry thin skinned man Couldn't get along with his one man band Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket And a crying shame, some people is his name Oh, poor old Pierrot some people What an unfortunate name Some people have the