Once again the puppets pay tribute to Interpol via three blind mice, a heroic cheese, and a killer farmwife with a carving knife.
Lyrics:
My butt, the farm wife she chases
She wields the carving knife
When the cheeses have been tasted
Time to scurry home to save my life
No time to stop and revel in the taste
We do fear the unforgiving blade
See my brothers, they flee with me (familia)
Tap the floor at a hurried pace
We can't see where she stands with these eyes
Oh we, may be in trouble now
Three mice
We blind eyes
We must flee from the farmer's wife
Can't see
No, we got blind eyes
She lies in wait with the carving knife
I admit our behavior is risky
Have to be speedy across the floor
We return because the cheeses are so tasty
Our taste buds longing for so much more
But the environment does set our pace
We don't have nine lives like the feline race
When it starts snowing we'll just sail away (metafora)
And sail away is metaphoric for we die soon
We can't see where she stands with these eyes
Oh we, may be in trouble now
Three mice
Yeah we blind eyes
We must flee from the farmer's wife
Can't see
No, we got blind eyes
Killer farm-wife with a carving knife
Three mice
Six blind eyes
We must flee from the farmer's wife
Can't see
No, we got blind eyes
Feel the blade of the big carving knife
Three mice
Feeling our lives pass from us
Indeed, we sense impending doom
But then, the farmer's wife gave out
And left three mice free to write this tune
Thank you for all the nice comments! We're thinking, though, that based on views, we may have OLTA'd on this one... or people just don't like the idea of Carlos D. as a piece of cheese. We're working on the new one!
howmanyhanksarethere 8 months ago