Lyrics David Byrne

David Byrne

Weekend in the Dust

What's so mysterious

Now decoded and used?

Now according to you,

What's so mysterious?

What's so mysterious

Now decoded and used?

Now according to you

What's so mysterious?

Rip it well; well, you have won it out

Give it all; why won't you give it out

Where's the fun in holding out the part

Everyone gets up when you sit down

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

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

When the party's over, we can call them dogs

Dare to keep our shirts on, rolling in the mud

Weekend in the dust

We can fool 'em all

If you're here, I'll be your hollow pet

Why have none when we can have it all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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