No Sleeves - Les Savy Fav

The singer of the band

Has been encased

In a circuit board formed

From arsenic and old lace

The piano has been dropped

A c-note hits the cop

So he would turn away

While we’re cleaning up the slop

This is the bishop’s finger

This is the bishop’s hand

Onto Jesus' body

The people place demands

They’re pointing with their pistols

While we’re reaching for the sky

The soundtrack of their lives

Is an eye for an eye…

Hail hail the talk show

Cocked after cocktails

I lied and I lied…

God save the techno!

The sequencers don’t know

When it died, when it died…

Edison put the gun in our hands

The black bear put

The muzzle to its muzzle

The dogwood didn’t care

But the maple was troubled

Trademark, this is a trademark

This move was trademarked in 1883