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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Vocals
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Keyboards
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Background Vocals
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Guitar
Wally Badarou
Wally Badarou
Synthesizer
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Composer
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Composer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Producer
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Producer
David Byrne
David Byrne
Cover Art
Alex Sadkin
Alex Sadkin
Mixing Engineer
Franklin Gibson
Franklin Gibson
Assistant Engineer
Jay Mark
Jay Mark
Assistant Engineer
John Convertino
John Convertino
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Butch Jones
Butch Jones
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Let me tell you a story)
(About a crowd and it drowns me out)
(Let me take a walk, still makes me worry, right)
(Everything in your hand)
(Everything in your head)
(He knows that)
(All right, no, it's not a tuner)
(Or a hole in a hole)
(I never hold it in my hand)
(And I am only givin' it up)
(That was all, ha-ha)
Now, let me tell you a story
The devil, he has a plan
A bag of bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All those beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
Let's go
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
One time, too many
Too far to go
Hi, we come to take you home, ooh-ooh
And when they split those atoms
It's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
And they gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch out, touch monkeys
All that blood is gonna swallow you whole
Let's go
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, oh
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
Hi, we come to take you home, ooh-ooh
How many people do you think I am?
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm an old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle them bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violins, hands touch your throat
Everyone wants to explode
Now when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click, click, see you later
Beta, beta, no time to rest
Pika, pika, risky business
All that blood will never cover that mess
Let's go
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, oh
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
So soft, hard feelings
No tricks, let's go
Hi, we come to take you home, ooh-ooh
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, oh
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, oh, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hey, oh
Written by: Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth
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