David Byrne, St. Vincent - Weekend in the Dust Lyrics

Once so mysterious
Now decoded and used
Now according to you, you
What's so mysterious?

Once so mysterious
Now decoded and used
Now according to you, you
What's so mysterious?

Wear it well, well, you have worn it out
Give it all, well, could you give it up?
Where's the fun in holding all the cards?
Everyone gets up when you sit down

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't

When the party's over we can call the dogs
Dare to keep our shirts on rolling in the muck

Weekend in the dust
Weekend full of blood

If you're real, I'll be a hologram
Why have none when you can have it all?

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't

I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't
I don't get it, just don't get it
I don't get it, just don't