Mighty Fall Songtext
von Ian North

A little narcolepsy is a half-cocked sin
I got a dispensation for the émigré doctrine
Cut the hypodermic with some espionage
There′s an accordion of boredom in the asphalt garage

With a marigold manual and a leopard's might
I′m a wetback anchorman in a deadlocked fight
Is God the way to colourize the microcosm
Bashed the amanita with a hessian requisition

Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?
Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?

The pop of Fort Worth is scratching his hat
Wondering how the Buddha got so fat
Preaching to the choir in his letter of intent
While the multiplex is reaching for the enlightenment


In the hitchhikers' camp, contrivances collect
A Quechua catechesis could disinfect the index
The apocalypse purrs in your demon religion
You're putting out the jargon, but you′re only the pigeon

Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?
Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?

I took a buzz-saw out to the wood pile
I made the world′s biggest xylophone
I sent a tone to the towers, these are the powers
That wire the sky to the stone

Up on the hill we killed the king, so sing
I am a red herring staring at the sky
And I can tell you why the sky is blue
But can you tell me why blue is blue?

Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?
Who cares, who cares
If the mighty never fall?