Music Jail, Pt. 1 & 2
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS · Glean 2015 · Track 04 of 14
Written by John Flansburgh, John Linnell
Where you going, buddy? Where you going, buddy? Where you going, buddy? Where you going, buddy? Won't you come with me to music jail?
Where you going, darling? Where you going, darling? Where you going, darling? Where you going, darling? Won't you come with me to music jail?
Let's form a band Let's take a stand
Where you going, fella? Where you going, fella? Where you going, fella? Where you going, fella? Won't you come with me to music jail?
Don't turn away Why don't you stay?
I was not prepared To do time, to do time Frankly, I was scared About time, about time
I was in a cloud Everything so loud Life's a riot No one's quiet at all
In this music crowd I'm alone, I'm alone Just one call allowed No one's home, no one's home
I am getting pale Who could post my bail? Don't believe it Dreams of leaving are gone