They Might Be Giants — All Time What

I use my outside voice because I have no choice The barn that I was raised in was constructed out of noise And now I’m all torn up because my buttercup Up and gone and left me Said she finally had enough Left me here to ruminate On all she can’t admit, and all she can’t explain All time what, I never thought, I never thought All time what, things break apart, things break apart Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Man, she pulled out the rug from her doodlebug Rolling down the highway, not a worry in her mind Here’s a flash card where someone’s written stultify I take it as a sign It’s hard to redefine Same old sad soliloquy They handed me a broom, the cast has left the room All time what, stumble about wrapped in a shroud All time what, partly submerged, playing a dirge Complete completely completelier Defeat defeated defeatlier Complete completely completelier Defeat defeated defeatlier All time what, I never thought, I never thought All time what, things break apart, things break apart