Minor Stab Lyrics - Singles - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Some people was an angry thin skinned man 

Couldn't get along with his one man band 

Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket 

And a crying shame, some people is his name 

Oh, poor old Pierrot some people 

What an unfortunate name 

Some people have the low down notion 

He is the one to blame 

He used to take the train from old Parnassus to Madrid 

Hustles up a little under fifty quid 

Underneath the shell is an angry fire 

But who's the first to jump on the pyre 

Oh, poor old Pierrot some people 

What an unfortunate name 

Some people have the low down notion 

He is the one to blame 

Some people like to bake a honey coiled ham 

Some people like to roast a leg of lamb 

Some people have a complicated coat to mend 

We'll all be milking goats in the end 

Oh, poor old Pierrot some people 

What an unfortunate name 

Some people have the low down notion 

He is the one to blame