Some said the local lake had been enchanted
Others said it must have been the weather
The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet

But I swear that I could hear the laughter
So they joke, and they nicknamed it "the porridge"
Cause over night that lake had turned as thick as butter


But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking
Saying that to them it doesn't matter


If you just hold in your breath
'Til you come back up in full

Hold in your breath
'Til you've thought it through
You fool


The genius next door was bussing tables
Wiping clean the keptchup bottle labels

Getting high and mumbling German fables
Didn't care as long as he was able
To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters

At night while every one was sleeping
And wade midway into that porridge
Just him and the secret he was keeping


If you just hold in your breath
'Til you come back up in full

Hold in your breath
'Til you thought it through
You foolish child


In the morning the film crews start arriving
With donuts, coffee and reporters

The kids were waking up, hung over
The neighbors were starting up their cars
The garbageman were emptying the dumpsters

Atheists were praying full of sarcasm
And the genius next door was sleeping
Dreaming that the antidote is !@($


If you just hold in your breath
'Til you come back up in full

Hold in your breath
'Til you thought it through
You foolish child