By the pricking of my thumb something wicked this way comes.
And first I'll take you out and then I'll take you down,
'Cause when the lights go out, that's when the deals go south.
And if we lost our balance would they catch our fall?
Oh no, we're not the prettiest one of them all.
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
They said they can't put us back together again.
You keep telling me your tall tales all the time.
You expect me to climb.
Do you think that tortoise really beat that hare?
And if you think so do you think he did it fair and square?
I've had my doubts ever since that story was shoved down my mouth.
When I was young I learned that being deaf's akin to being dumb.
You keep telling me your tall tales all the time.
You expect me to climb.