The babble fish speaks words quite quick
His sly tongue moves with a click
Such elaborate stories he spins out
And none leave you with a trace of doubt
Some speak of joy some speak of woe
And yet we all believe in this spectacular show
He is so convincing, and so pristine
His rhythms and rhymes, visions of a dream
For each word spoken writes your fate
He becomes the candidate for your state
Such grace it is when he kisses your guppies heads
Oh what grace it is when he sold your guppies to the feds
But we’ve trusted the babble fish for so long
Why would he write lies where promises belong?
Oh we trusted him with a heart of pure gold
Yes we trusted him with our eyes, so old
But that’s just it isn’t it, the story to tell?
It is a well-made charade, it’s a spell
For those who trust the babble fish
Always happen to find their lives amiss
Blinded by truth, they never come out
They’ve lost their brains, it’s without a doubt
Their hero’s façade is dead and gone
And still the babble fish, babbles on.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
The babble fish speaks words quite quick
His sly tongue moves with a click
Such elaborate stories he spins out
And none leave you with a trace of doubt
Some speak of joy some speak of woe
And yet we all believe in this spectacular show
He is so convincing, and so pristine
His rhythms and rhymes, visions of a dream
For each word spoken writes your fate
He becomes the candidate for your state
Such grace it is when he kisses your guppies heads
Oh what grace it is when he sold your guppies to the feds
But we’ve trusted the babble fish for so long
Why would he write lies where promises belong?
Oh we trusted him with a heart of pure gold
Yes we trusted him with our eyes, so old
But that’s just it isn’t it, the story to tell?
It is a well-made charade, it’s a spell
For those who trust the babble fish
Always happen to find their lives amiss
Blinded by truth, they never come out
They’ve lost their brains, it’s without a doubt
Their hero’s façade is dead and gone
And still the babble fish, babbles on.
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