They Might Be Giants
Trouble, Awful, Devil, Evil (Live at the Music Hall of Williamsburg)
Sweetly as I fall backwards in slow motion
And sink into bliss
My unconscious face smiles for I am
Totally oblivious to all of the
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil
Bat wings flapping just over my bed
Swooping, whirling around overhead
[Clarinet bridge]
The weight of my insensate body
Draws all the bedclothes down with it
Unknowing ecstatically lowering
Into a bottomless pit surrounded by
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil
Bat wings flapping just over my bed
Swooping, whirling around overhead
Shadows lengthen
Darkness spreads across a cold benighted land
Ten thousand years havе passed
And still I continue to descеnd
Arms folded ‘cross my chest
I dream of happiness without end, unaware of the
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil
Bat wings flapping just over my bed
Swooping, whirling around overhead
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil
Trouble awful devil evil