Lyrics Absofacto – Pigeon Toes
Text:
Made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate
Left high and dry at the altar as
Those wedding bells sing «ding da dong»
And we sing another sad song
We tried a more vivacious melody
But it came out wrong
But it came out wrong
How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?
Oh, I’m not a fool
But my pigeon toes are blistered
From pacing every night in the gravel outside your house
Give it a try, give me some kind of sign
Give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker
Give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess
Made myself a part of it
A part of it
How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?
