I Invented the Moonwalk (And the Pencil Sharpener)
Robert Pollard
Should I offer them over
Is it best not to paint
On a page of our shadow lives
So come lonely
I invented the moowalk
I discovered the saints
And the saints are misgiven
Quite homely
Who knows when one of them will call?
You know without them we are small
Without them we'd go through withdrawal
And hear them talking through the wall
Without them we're not brave at all
When we offer you over
Come lonely