The Finest Joke Upon Us

by Guided by Voices

From the album: Mag Earwhig!

Duration: 3:08

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Lyrics for The Finest Joke Upon Us

Mother, feeling your hand I Believe you and I did then And mother, release every bad seed The geese are leaving the trees Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated And I take the cake away It's a long song And I can play it so Give me a pick now Collector of bones Words of smoke Distorted, never broken Paradise is open but I choke One of these days when I see through the smoke There'll be the day I get the joke Exposed to winter's cold They waited too long But we too exaggerated And I take the cake away It's a long song And I can play it so Give me a pick now Collector of bones Words of smoke Distorted, never broken Paradise is open but I choke One of these days when I see through the smoke There'll be the day I get the joke

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