Released: April 24, 1984
Songwriter: David Byrne
Producer: Gary Goetzman Tina Weymouth Jerry Harrison Chris Frantz David Byrne
Now let me tell you a story
The devil he has a plan
A bag of bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All those beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
Let's go
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
One time too many
Too far to go
I, we come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
It’s hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch out touch monkeys
All that blood is gonna swallow you whole
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin’? Who knows?
I, we come to take you home
How many people do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm and old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle them bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violins, hands touch your throat
Everyone wants to explode
Now when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click, see you later
Beta beta, no time to rest
Pika pika, risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
So soft, hard feelings
No tricks lets go
I, we come to take you home
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
The devil he has a plan
A bag of bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All those beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
Let's go
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
One time too many
Too far to go
I, we come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
It’s hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch out touch monkeys
All that blood is gonna swallow you whole
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin’? Who knows?
I, we come to take you home
How many people do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm and old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle them bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violins, hands touch your throat
Everyone wants to explode
Now when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click, see you later
Beta beta, no time to rest
Pika pika, risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
So soft, hard feelings
No tricks lets go
I, we come to take you home
Hi hi hi hi hi
Hi hi hi hi hi, hi
Stop Making Sense
- What a Day That Was
- Take Me to the River - Live
- Girlfriend Is Better [Stop Making Sense] - Live
- Once in a Lifetime - Live
- This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - Live
- Swamp - Live
- Making Flippy Floppy - Live
- Life During Wartime [Stop Making Sense] - Live
- Burning Down the House - Live
- Slippery People [Stop Making Sense] - Live
- Found a Job - Live
- Thank You for Sending Me an Angel - Live
- Heaven - Live
- Psycho Killer [Stop Making Sense] - Live
- Crosseyed and Painless - Live
- Stop Making Sense (1984)
- Once in a Lifetime
- Psycho Killer
- This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
- Burning Down the House
- Life During Wartime
- Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)
- Road to Nowhere
- Crosseyed and Painless
- The Great Curve
- Girlfriend Is Better
- Slippery People
- (Nothing But) Flowers
- Heaven
- Take Me to the River
- And She Was
- Listening Wind
- Don’t Worry About the Government
- Seen and Not Seen
- Making Flippy Floppy
- Houses in Motion
- I Zimbra
- The Overload
- Cities
- Wild Wild Life