One Stringed Harp Lyrics - Blue Lights On The Runway - Bell X1

A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand 

Some guns to stick to rational demands 

Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves 

Get into the ball game, let's clear those shelves 

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine 

The anvil is falling, falling on your head 

But you're just picking your knickers from your arse 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp, yeah 

Like Wily Coyote, as if the fall wasn't enough 

Those bastards from ACME, they got more nasty stuff 

Salt in my wounds, sticking in the boot 

Now we're all bulimic but keep forgetting to puke 

At least that's what I read in that Sunday magazine 

The anvil is falling, falling on your head 

But you're just picking your knickers from your arse 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp 

Chalk it up and write it down 

Chalk it up and write it down 

Oh, chalk it up and write it down, oh, write it down 

The hand of history is clawing at my back 

The iron fist of she cupping my sack 

Grip is tightening, my voice is heightening 

This orange alert is beginning to crack 

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine 

The anvil is falling, falling on your head 

But you're just picking your knickers from your arse 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp 

Yeah, that's what I read in that Sunday magazine 

The anvil is falling, falling on your head 

But you're just picking your knickers from your arse 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp 

Like you're playing a one stringed harp, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Chalk it up and write it down 

Oh, chalk it up and write it down 

Ah, chalk it up and write it down 

Chalk it up and write it down