Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could hear the laughter So they joke, and they nicknamed it "the porridge" Cause over night that lake had turned as thick as butter
But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying that to them it doesn't matter
If you just hold in your breath 'Til you come back up in full Hold in your breath 'Til you've thought it through You fool
The genius next door was bussing tables Wiping clean the keptchup bottle labels Getting high and mumbling German fables Didn't care as long as he was able To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters At night while every one was sleeping And wade midway into that porridge Just him and the secret he was keeping
If you just hold in your breath 'Til you come back up in full Hold in your breath 'Til you thought it through You foolish child
In the morning the film crews start arriving With donuts, coffee and reporters The kids were waking up, hung over The neighbors were starting up their cars The garbagemen were emptying the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm
If you just hold in your breath 'Til you come back up in full Hold in your breath 'Til you thought it through You foolish child
Compositor: Regina Spektor (BMI)Editores: EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI), Soviet Kitsch Music (BMI)Publicado em 2010 (03/Mai) e lançado em 2009 (22/Jun)ECAD verificado obra #3779971 e fonograma #1739603 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM