Neil Cicierega - The Only House That's Not on Fire (Yet) lyrics

I feel knotted up today But in a most exquisite way Like neckties or like macrame Bowlines and Zeppelin bends If you were a theremin I wouldn't know where to begin My hands would stay here on my chin With a hum that never ends This suit doesn't fit me I made it myself counterfeitly With bu*tons of blue k**ing me with deja vu It's a gift for you When I escape at last When enough time has pa**ed But something keeps me as a pet The only house that's not on fire yet I made it when I was an architect This is just a side effect I feel strangely regular But honestly I prefer it to The usual bizarre I'd shine a light through the busted window And I'd learn to trust In the updraft that you're on The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is that there is no punchline... The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is there is no punchline... The punchline is that there is no punchline... Oh! I just thought of how to change all the hate Into love with the old switcheroo Dancing in my deja vu You'll be dancing too When I escape at last