Lord Snowden Lyrics — They Might Be Giants

I'm on the outside looking out
All these faces, it's a museum
Dummies, models, heavy sleepers
Our time is over. We're all sorry

Lord Snowden reporting for service
Ashtrays and busy lines
Silent days always with you, dear
No one is working

I'm on the outside looking out
Holding onto an invitation
So much business for an impression
So much patience for impatience

Lord Snowden reporting for service
Ennui and shopping sprees
Light through a shutter's lens
Where it's frozen like you, dear
Frozen like you, dear

In the haze of these final days
I'll go far in an open car
Oh, don't pine for another time
Be content with a slow descent

Lord Snowden reporting for service
Ennui and shopping sprees
Light through a shutter's lens
Where it's frozen like you, dear
Frozen like you, dear