made u laugh... Gaslight Shuffle

RADIO APOCALYPSE # PLEASE STOP HUMPING THE DEAD HORSE **[Verse 1]** They said, “Everything is wonderful!” The horse just lay there flat. They said, “Everybody loves us!” Horse didn't move at that. “The money's good! The future's bright! The war is nearly done!” They climbed aboard that carcass And shouted, “LOOK! IT RUNS!” **[CHORUS]** Please stop humping the dead horse, It ain't gonna get up and run. You can tell us that it's winning, You can tell us that it's fun. You can dress it up in ribbons, Put a flag upon its corpse— But repeating it louder Won't revive the horse. **Please stop— please stop— please stop humping the dead horse!** **[Verse 2]** “Best ever!” “Never better!” “Everybody says it's true!” “We're respected!” “We're amazing!” “They all wish that they were you!” Say it Monday, say it Tuesday, Say it fifty times, of course— Repetition ain't resuscitation. **You're still humping the horse.** **[Bridge — spoken]** Now, there's an interesting thing about repetition. If something is true, you don't generally have to announce it every seventeen seconds. Rain doesn't hold a press conference to convince you you're wet. **[Breakdown]** Tell me it's alive— **NEIGH!** Tell me that it's thriving— **NEIGH!** Tell me everybody loves it— **NEIGH! NEIGH! NEIGH!** Well, somebody better tell the rider: **THAT HORSE HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.** **[Final Chorus]** Please stop humping the dead horse, Let the poor old story rest. If reality has changed beneath you, Maybe change the sales pitch next. No amount of glorious adjectives Can alter what's run its course. When the story quits matching reality— **GET. OFF. THE. HORSE.** *[tiny sad harmonica]* **NEIGH.** This is Radio Apocalypse. BOOM! CHICKA BOOM!