Tapir! – Gymnopédie Lyrics

Dance
But make it on the sand
I lift my withered hand
At the festival of man

And if the waves are chilly
They wash over your shell
Make yourself look pretty
And damn those waves to hell
Cuz I'm told in heaven
The rooms are filled with mice
There's bread crumbs in the bedsheets
And Jesus head lice

Sing
Raise your shaken voice
And tell all the other boys
That this land is your land

And if the waves are chilly
They wash over your shell
Make yourself look pretty
And damn those waves to hell
Cuz I'm told in heaven
The rooms are filled with mice
There's bread crumbs in the bedsheets
And Jesus head lice
Cuz I've been told in heaven
The rooms are filled with mice
There's bread crumbs in the bedsheets
And Jesus head lice