You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done letra

Where you'll be, I'll be from
In a while, (it will) rain up, back into clouds
Where it first plotted its escape
We will take this time to strip down to our linens
And plot out excuses for not going inside

And the skies won't believe what they say
Forecast talks anything of how we'll all stay the same
With what they'll stay for (we can't get) out anyway
With what they'll stay for there's no way out anyway

I wonder now what they'll say ("No way, no way!")
People, keep the horses at bay ("Okay, okay!")

You'll say "don't ever fall down"

The Most Serene Republic - Letras

• Anhoi Polloi
• Battle Hymns Of The Republic
• Career in Shaping Clay
• Compliance
• Content Was Always My Favorite Color
• Everything Given To You Is Equally Taken Away
• In Places, Empty Spaces
• Jazz Ordinaire
• Multiplication Desks
• Neurasthenia
• Not Even The Earth's Gravitational Pull Can Keep You Down
• Oh God
• Phages
• Present of Future End
• Proposition 61
• Relative's Eyes
• Sherry And Her Butterfly Net
• Shopping Card People
• Solipsism Millionaires
• St. Germain
• Stay Ups
• The Men Who Live Upstairs
• The Protagonist Suddenly Realizes
• Threehead
• Tragedy of The Commons
• Where Cedar Nouns and Adverbs Walk
• Why So Looking Back
• You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done
• You're Not An Astronaut