ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

The party you never get to


Everybody back to my place before you go out
Hold up in the sunshine state in and snow bound
I never would have dared believe we’d get this far
Not in your car

Does anyone have directions to the bar
Cancel both the limousines and chauffeured car
We won’t be going anywhere real soon

It’s the frequency that vibrates you
It’s the danger that half excites you
It’s the stranger you never warm to
It’s the party you never get to

Am I the only one who’s holding any cards
Time to crush the ice up into broken shards
Feeling eight miles high but on the ground
Sound

Everybody on the roof to see the moon
Somebody grab the beat box ’cause we’ll need some tunes
You bring the Talking Heads, I’ll bring The Cure

It’s the fifty dollar bill I loaned you
It’s the destination you can pass through
And it ain’t like there’s nothing to do
It’s the party you never get to