Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Finest Joke Is Upon Us, artist - Guided By Voices. Date of issue: 13.10.2010
Song language: English
The Finest Joke Is Upon Us |
| Mother, feeling your hand, eye |
| Believe you and I did then |
| And mother, release every bad seed |
| The geese are leaving the trees |
| Exposed to winter’s cold |
| They waited too long |
| But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away |
| It’s a long song and I can’t play it so |
| Give me a grip now, collector of bones |
| Worlds of smoke |
| Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke |
| One of these days when I see through the smoke |
| There’ll be the day I get the joke |
| Exposed to winter’s cold |
| They waited too long |
| But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away |
| It’s a long song and I can’t play it so |
| Give me a grip now, collector of bones |
| Worlds of smoke |
| Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke |
| One of these days when I see through the smoke |
| There’ll be the day I get the joke |