Tekster: They Might Be Giants. The Else. Feign Amnesia.

Now, I know just what to do
Feign amnesia
How I wish it wasn't true
Wish it wasn't true right now

Not much quiet about reinvention
Why have settled for stuff that is half new?
Like a volume beyond comprehension
If the bass won't get you, the treble will get you

I'll look busy just for you
And feign amnesia
How I wish it wasn't true
Wish it wasn't true right now
Wish it wasn't true right now

Hers are the brains
Floating on an upstream train
Hers are the brains
Barbarians and seeds are lost in the remains

We were standing outside a sidewalk
With that crazy guy dancing behind us
With our forced smiles and all of the laughter
They mass into life to hear that right

Now, I know just what to do
Feign amnesia
How I wish it wasn't true
Wish it wasn't true right now

I'll look busy just for you
And feign amnesia
How I wish it wasn't true
Wish it wasn't true right now

Wish it wasn't true right now
Wish it wasn't true right now
Wish it wasn't true right now