The Finest Joke Upon Us
by Guided by Voices
From the album: Mag Earwhig!
Track 15 of 21 on Mag Earwhig! (1997).
Duration: 3:08
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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