How Now Dark Cloud? - They Might Be Giants

I have been poisoned by lead

And from this one pencil it’s spread

And now it’s seeped into the thread

Of all my black clothes

Get back in the white panel van

Reshuffle the old master plan

For we are the Flying Dutchmen

And that’s all we know

This is the end of the half-written tale

Of a man and the cake and the rain

How now dark cloud?

I got a lazy eye

Attached to a lazy mind

Attached to a lazy guy

Adrift on the sea

And these are the dispatches

No sequins or mismatches

All tied up in small batches

Left under a tree

You had your fun and had love put aside

Been crushed by the tumbling tide

How now dark cloud?

Wake up, Miss Mysterious

And the slide-show projectionist

And we will all swing from the truss

Until the dawn

So this is the end of the half-written tale

Of a man and the cake and the rain

How now dark cloud?