Hold Up Your Hand - Crookers/Róisín Murphy

So it might be true

That the big fat moon

Is a helium balloon

(Shock)

And we might just prove

It's only painted blue

And it's floating down down down

As a theory goes

It was all a hoax

Those dirty dirty lying astronauts

(Shock)

Never left the ground

Just hanging around

In a studio in Hollywood

Built a great white

Speak directly to my brain

What kind of sucker am I supposed to be today

And I'm in a smaller mood than you this morning

Do I always have to wake up

With the new day dawning

(Shock)

And I do what I'm told

And hear what you're saying

And swallow it whole

Am I make what you're playing

Baby I know the game

Baby I know the theory

If it doesn't add up

You're not thinking clearly

Infraction of light

It's a trick of the lock

It's all an illusion

A practical fact

In the heat of the night

In all this confusion

Hold up your hand

Hold up your hand

Hold up your hand

You made a mistake

Should have left it to me

They told us the future would be

Taken in hand

Nice little blueprint but the flaw

The flaw's in the plan

And then you say there's never been

'Cause never ever and ever and ever

Hold up your hand

Hold up your hand

You made a mistake

Should have left it to me

Hold up your hand

Hold up your hand

You made a mistake

Should have left it to me

Hold up your hand

Hold up your hand

You made a mistake

Should have left it to me