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They Might Be Giants - You'll Miss Me [1985 Demo]

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The 1985 demo of You'll Miss Me by They Might Be Giants, from their self-titled 1985 demo tape.
Lyrics:
You'll always miss
My big ol' body
In its prime and never shoddy
While bloodhounds wait
Down in the lobby
You'll eulogize my big ol' body
You'll miss me
With effigies
Lighting up your house like X-mas trees
As tears roll down, below your knees
You'll miss me
With effigies
Go find a man to fit my shoes
Left one's old and the right one's new
And I bought the right one, just for you
Go find a man to fit my shoes
You kill me with the way you talk
Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
But I'll remain sittin' on this fence
My mind a blur of common sense
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Every tree a finger of my glove
And every time push comes to shove
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Your money talks but my genius walks
No one to blame, it's not my fault
As detectives trace my hands with chalk
Your money talks but my genius walks
You'll miss me so
You'll miss me
You'll miss me but I'm already dead
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
Anywhere
Lyrics:
You'll always miss
My big ol' body
In its prime and never shoddy
While bloodhounds wait
Down in the lobby
You'll eulogize my big ol' body
You'll miss me
With effigies
Lighting up your house like X-mas trees
As tears roll down, below your knees
You'll miss me
With effigies
Go find a man to fit my shoes
Left one's old and the right one's new
And I bought the right one, just for you
Go find a man to fit my shoes
You kill me with the way you talk
Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
But I'll remain sittin' on this fence
My mind a blur of common sense
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Every tree a finger of my glove
And every time push comes to shove
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Your money talks but my genius walks
No one to blame, it's not my fault
As detectives trace my hands with chalk
Your money talks but my genius walks
You'll miss me so
You'll miss me
You'll miss me but I'm already dead
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
Anywhere
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