Guided By Voices

The Finest Joke Is Upon Us

Guided By Voices


Mother, feeling your hand I 
Believe you and I did then 
And mother, release every bad seed 
The geese are leaving the trees

Exposed to winter's cold 
They waited too long 
But we too exaggerated 
And I take the cake away 
It's a long song 
And I can play it so 
Give me a pick now collector of bones

Words of smoke 
Distorted, never broken 
Paradise is open but I choke 
One of these days when I see through the smoke 
That'll be the day I get the joke

Exposed to winter's cold 
They waited too long 
But we too exaggerated 
And I take the cake away 
It's a long song 
And I can play it so 
Give me a pick now collector of bones

Words of smoke 
Distorted, never broken 
Paradise is open but I choke 
One of these days when I see through the smoke 
That'll be the day I get the joke