THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS lyrics - With The Dark

Like a ghost writer's ending

She will send you down



She's in love

With her broken heart

She's in love

With the dark

She's in love

With her broken heart

She's in love with the dark



I'm getting tired of all my nautical dreams

I'm getting tired of all my nautical themes

Busting my pirate hump

Rocking my peg leg stump

My mind naturally turns to taxidermy

To taxidermy, yeah



Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces

Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces

Bashes, crashes, smashes to pieces

We're taking over

We're taking over



I looked around

And you looked around

And soon we were there

Leading the charge of the wrong

Of the wrong

Of the wrong

Of the wrong



Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted

Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted

Rusted, crusted, combusted, and dusted

We're taking over

We're taking over



Back in command of the out of control

All over town

Putting them all in the ground

In the ground

In the ground

In the ground



No more sunlight, please