You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done - The Most Serene Republic

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 going inside

We will take this time to strip down to our linens

And plot out excuses for 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

With what they’ll say, don’t ever fall down, anyway

With what they’ll say, don’t ever fall down, anyway

I wonder now what they’ll say, no way, no way

People keep the horses at bay, okay, okay