The Debt Collectors Songtext

The Jane Austen Argument

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The Debt Collectors Songtext
See, the debt collector's coming
He's come to break my fingers
So I can't play piano no more…
See, the debt collector's coming
He's come to take my tongue
So I can't sing any songs anymore
I just go ah-ha-ah-ha-ah
To the top of the pop charts
ah-ha-ah-ha-ah
In your iPods
ah-ha-ah-ha-ah
That's the sound of silence,
Simon and Garfunkel

See, the Grim Reaper is coming
He's sharpening his scythe
‘Til he can see his own reflection
See, the Grim Reaper is crying -
his business down the drain
‘Cos people do it so much quicker
(and cheaper and better…)

See – our savior second coming -
he's such a selfish bastard
(some of us don't get to come even once)
And you see, his fans know to avoid my house now
I've signed a sealed deal with Satan
To just love everybody that I can…

You see – I think the Grim Reaper should go after
That fucking debt collector
So I can sing whenever I bloody goddamn well please
And our Savior should just make love to Satan
So both can see that either
Are intolerable
Without the other…
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