Lost my shape, Trying to act casual. Can't stop, I might end up in the hospital. Changing my shape, I feel like an accident. They're back, To explain their experience
Isn't it weird? Looks too obscure to me Wasting away And that was their policy
I'm ready to leave I push the fact in front of me Facts lost Facts are never what they seem to be Nothing there, No information left of any kind Lifting my head Looking for danger signs
There was a line There was a formula Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us There was a line There was a forula Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us
Still waiting (repeat)
The feeling returns Whenever we close our eyes Lifting my head Looking around inside
The island of doubt It's like the taste of medicine Working by hindsight Got the message from the oxygen Making a list Find the cost of opportunity Doing it right Facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns Whenever we close our eyes Lifting my head Looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight Facts are lazy and facts are late Facts all come with points of view Facts don't do what I want them to Facts just twist the truth around Facts are living turned inside out Facts are getting the best of them Facts are nothing on the face of things Facts don't stain the furniture Facts go out and slam the door Facts are written all over your face Facts continue to change their shape
I'm still waiting
Writer/s: DAVID BYRNE, CHRIS FRANTZ, TINA WEYMOUTH, JERRY HARRISON, BRIAN ENO
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Angus Young created the distinctive opening guitar part for "Thuderstruck" by playing with all the strings taped up, except the B. He learned the studio trick from his older brother George Young, who was the rhythm guitarist for The Easybeats.