Lisa Loeb - Accident Lyrics
The heiress introducedshe waltzes in her ballroomswirling in her sequins, showing off her gown.She steps on her own train,she falls,she cracks her jaw.Aghast, her husband giggles,He gasps, "She slipped on spilled champagne."we crowd around the accidentwe want to see the worstwe crowd around the accidentwe want to see what hurtsThey're leaning in the corner.He's buried in a baggie.They say he's mischievous sometimesshe's prettyand her elbows are so pointythey're dangeroustalking in the locker roomhis nose bleeds so profusely.But no one tell him, he's the star.But they watch like at the moveis that he's famous for.we crowd around the accidentwe want to see the worstwe crowd around the accidentwe want to see what hurtstwo storiesabout to fallboasting at the swing setmarching down the hallshe yelled cause he upset her deskdon't yellhe's picking sideshe's hitching rides to schoolHis father left in winterhe's no one's sonif i can poke her with a pencilthen I can pop her with a gunwe crowd around the accidentwe want to see the worstwe crowd around the accidentwe want to see what hurtsWe think, "I'm glad it wasn't me."and turn up the TVand squeeze our eyes shutbut leave a space to see.
