Give It a Day Songtext
von Pavement
Give It a Day Songtext
Increase Mather told her dad
"Yeah, I roundly disagree with you
Your vocal style′s too preachy
All the yokels mock your teaching"
But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
To all their cutting pleas
Soon the townfolk took to it
In every pew, they looked to him
For guidance just like eyeless lambs
Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
The skeptics formed, the nation′s born
Want to have a Cotton's dream
But Increase had them mounted
And they burned on open fires
So the word spread just like smallpox
In the Sudan
The gentry cried
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
Years and years have passed
Since the puritans invaded our soul
Just like those arab terrorists
You'll never know
But today the gods can′t make us quake
We see our lives as situations
Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth
Well, mine are rotten underneath
I got two ways we can separate from the clan
If I could fly, I, could, fry
I hope you profited from this bulletin
And it stabilized your land
You′re drenched, you're fired
Your Alzheim clan, but
Your father is another one of them
I don′t wanna mention him again
'Cause I talked to him last night
He hates my guts, we had a fight
And he called you a slut girl, why′s that?
What did you do to him to make him think?
"Yeah, I roundly disagree with you
Your vocal style′s too preachy
All the yokels mock your teaching"
But Cotton, he was just so oblivious
To all their cutting pleas
Soon the townfolk took to it
In every pew, they looked to him
For guidance just like eyeless lambs
Awaiting that ol' kabob stand
The skeptics formed, the nation′s born
Want to have a Cotton's dream
But Increase had them mounted
And they burned on open fires
So the word spread just like smallpox
In the Sudan
The gentry cried
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
"Give it a day!"
Years and years have passed
Since the puritans invaded our soul
Just like those arab terrorists
You'll never know
But today the gods can′t make us quake
We see our lives as situations
Eyes are eyes and teeth are teeth
Well, mine are rotten underneath
I got two ways we can separate from the clan
If I could fly, I, could, fry
I hope you profited from this bulletin
And it stabilized your land
You′re drenched, you're fired
Your Alzheim clan, but
Your father is another one of them
I don′t wanna mention him again
'Cause I talked to him last night
He hates my guts, we had a fight
And he called you a slut girl, why′s that?
What did you do to him to make him think?
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