Dave Sim

That paracosm where old dogs, they live forever
Prester John meets the Great Khan for lunch around the pool
A place to talk where your merits never measured
Says «I feel made up,» replies «Sometimes I feel that too»
Obstructionist party all invited
A spinning bomb dropped on the highway
Can’t get here from there
Chatter form, chatter void
Chatter form, chatter void
Always crying
Fill my grave with their list of complaints, then
Fill my grave with their list of complaints, then
Fill my grave with their list of complaints, then
Fill my grave with their list of complaints
That old chestnut that some topics are haram
Arthur and King Lot arrive separately to lunch
Plates uneaten, but a nagging question eats their calm
Says «Are we real?» Reply «Not sure but I have a hunch»
Obstructionist party all invited
That spinning bomb dropped on the highway
Can’t get here from there
Chatter form, chatter void
Chatter form, chatter void
Chatter form, chatter void
Chatter form, you’re always crying
You’re always crying, you’re always crying
Always crying, always crying
Always crying