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They Might Be Giants lyrics : "Circular Karate Chop"

Never took a class before in
Self defense
Never looked at you before with

Common sense

Trace myself in sidewalk chalk

Get myself full of short chop shot
Shut my mouth, you do the talking


You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top


Detention hall is on the wall and
Lock her down

Never mind the withered words of
Encouragement
Pulling off my anorak

Pouring out my black backpack
Take what you'd like
I'll keep on walking


You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock

From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top

You're still talking about your telegraphing roundhouse kick

You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick
So my eyes will stay on target
Man, this world is sick


Three rules from your sensei
One:

Outsource your feelings
Two:
Limit your training to be task specific

That's very important
Three:
Assign regret to those accountable

Those are the rules from your sensei

Lock her down

Nevermind the withered words of
Encouragement
Put myself in a short chop shot

Trace myself in sidewalk chalk
To repeat myself
I'll keep on walking


You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock

From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top

You're still braggin' about your telescoping roundhouse kick

You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick
So my eyes will stay on target
Man, this world is sick

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