Song parody of
The Spark That Bled
by The Flaming Lips
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I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know
What was this, I thought, that struck me?
What kind of weapons have they got?
The softest bullet ever shot?
I stood up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah!
From this moment on
Blaring like a trumpet
Coming from above us
And somewhere below
The confidence of knowing
Descending to relieve us
Struggle to believe it's so
I stood up and I said yeah!
I spoke up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And it seemed to cause a chain reaction
It had momentum, it was gaining traction
It was all the rage, it was all the fashion
The outreached hands had resigned themselves to
Holding on to something that they never had
And that's too bad
'Cause in reality there was no reaction
I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know
I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know
What was this, I thought, that struck me?
What kind of weapons have they got?
The softest bullet ever shot?
I stood up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah!
From this moment on
Blaring like a trumpet
Coming from above us
And somewhere below
The confidence of knowing
Descending to relieve us
Struggle to believe it's so
I stood up and I said yeah!
I spoke up and I said yeah!
I stood up and I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And it seemed to cause a chain reaction
It had momentum, it was gaining traction
It was all the rage, it was all the fashion
The outreached hands had resigned themselves to
Holding on to something that they never had
And that's too bad
'Cause in reality there was no reaction
I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know
