They Might Be Giants
With the Dark
Like a ghost writer's ending
She will send you down

She's in love with her broken heart
She's in love with the dark
She's in love with her broken heart
She's in love with the dark

I'm getting tired of all my nautical dreams
I'm getting tired of all my nautical themes
Bustin' my pirate hump, rockin' my peg-leg stump
My mind naturally turns to taxidermy, to taxidermy

Bashes crashes smashes to pieces!
Bashes crashes smashes to pieces!
Bashes crashes smashes to pieces!
We're taking over! We're taking over!
I looked around and you looked around
And soon we were there leading the charge
Of the wrong, Of the wrong
Of the wrong, Of the wrong

Rusted, incrusted, combusted and dusted
Rusted, incrusted, combusted and dusted
Rusted, incrusted, combusted and dusted
We're taking over! we're taking over!
Back in command of the out of control
All over town putting them all in the ground
In the ground, in the ground
In the ground, in the ground
No more sunlight please