It's a hoot, it's a scream
Enough to bounce your head like a pinball
Give me a match and gasoline
Smoke and ash for this hilarious dancehall
It's a lie, you will not fly
Down to holy rivers
No apparition in the sky
Waiting to forgive us
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't look for excuses
There is a list if you get my gist
Of lollapaloozas
My my oh my, I'm agog and atwitter
Oh, hang him high, that counterfeiter
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Men in beards bend your ears
Voice like a hammer
The rigmarole that you've been told
The stammer and yammer
Every mother's son
Get out and have your fun
Even you, honey bun
Angry Saints - Hyena Lyrics
Angry Saints - Hyena Lyrics
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It's a hoot, it's a scream
Enough to bounce your head like a pinball
Give me a match and gasoline
Smoke and ash for this hilarious dancehall
It's a lie, you will not fly
Down to holy rivers
No apparition in the sky
Waiting to forgive us
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't look for excuses
There is a list if you get my gist
Of lollapaloozas
My my oh my, I'm agog and atwitter
Oh, hang him high, that counterfeiter
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Men in beards bend your ears
Voice like a hammer
The rigmarole that you've been told
The stammer and yammer
Every mother's son
Get out and have your fun
Even you, honey bun
Enough to bounce your head like a pinball
Give me a match and gasoline
Smoke and ash for this hilarious dancehall
It's a lie, you will not fly
Down to holy rivers
No apparition in the sky
Waiting to forgive us
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Don't look up, don't look down
Don't look for excuses
There is a list if you get my gist
Of lollapaloozas
My my oh my, I'm agog and atwitter
Oh, hang him high, that counterfeiter
My my oh my, here's your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Men in beards bend your ears
Voice like a hammer
The rigmarole that you've been told
The stammer and yammer
Every mother's son
Get out and have your fun
Even you, honey bun
Writer: Lindsay Moxham
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