Twistin' In The Wind

David Byrne

Now Washington, D.C.

S'a funny little town

The further you look into it

The further things stick out



You oughta be ashamed

You oughta be destroyed

I'll chop you into little bits

And feed you to my dog(s)



Well well well well well

What have we got here?

What have we got now?

Hey hey hey hey hey

Twistin' in the wind

Twistin' all night long



So can you picture this?

A taste of what will be

The weatherman is wrong again

It looks like rain to me



I heard the whistle blow

The train has jumped the track

The mighty engine's outa gas

Bureaucratic heart attack



My sister likes the boys

They kinda like her, too

My mama says "Be careful"

Sister says, "No, that ain't cool"



My daddy fell in love

Down at the factory

And me, I like to sit around

Get high, and watch T.V.



Well well well well well

What have we got here?

What have we got now?

Hey hey hey hey hey

Twistin' in the wind

Twistin' all night long



Now I can take a joke

I'm laughin' at myself

I faked my way through college

I faked my way through sex



I been falling down too long

I been bangin' up my head

And if I could stay on my feet

I'd prob'ly go right back again



Now Harry's got a gun

And he just turned fourteen

He dresses like a gangster

But he's livin' on the street



They kicked him in the balls

And shaved off all his hair

They put a current through his head

And left him lyin' there



Well well well well well

What have we got here?

Hey hey hey hey hey

Twistin' in the wind

Twistin' all night long



They say that crime don't pay

The judge does not agree

'Cause if you got the money

He will surely set you free



I'll watch you burn in hell

I'll see you in your grave

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