They Might Be Giants - Cloisonné Lyrics
1, 2, 3, 4Mind your business, mind your businessMind your never-shut, Quonset hut businessMy craft is exploding, it's like I'm making cloisonnéChoking on my dust with my three blind catsYou have a friend in law enforcementDon't go calling law enforcementBusiness, mind your businessGot too busy explainingNow it's just raining painPain in the form of a rain dropYes, a rain drop made of painTell 'em the story, rain dropI don't wanna tell 'em, misterTell 'em the story, rain dropI don't wanna tell 'em, misterKeep your voice down, keep your voice downKeep your window-shaking, godforsaken voice downI'm sick of this beeswaxI'm sick of these second-story sleaze stakeBreathing on my dice, giving me back rubsWhen I'm deep in concentrationYou start getting no conversationSleaze stake, what's a sleaze stake?That's your heart attack, towel rackFallback, you got no doctorsAll your doctors have gone homeWhat's a sleaze stake? What's a sleaze stake?You have a friend in law enforcementDon't go calling law enforcementCloisonné
