Cake: "Frank Sinatra" Lyrics

We know of an ancient radiation

That haunts dismembered constellations,

A faintly glimmering radio station.

While frank sinatra sings stormy weather,

The flies and spiders get along together,

Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.



Beyond the suns that guard this roof,

Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,

Beyond your latest ad campaigns,

An old man sits collecting stamps

In a room all filled with chinese lamps.

He saves what others throw away.

He says that hell be rich some day.



We know of an ancient radiation

That haunts dismembered constellations,

A faintly glimmering radio station.



We know of an ancient radiation

That haunts dismembered constellations,

A faintly glimmering radio station.

While frank sinatra sings stormy weather,

The flies and spiders get along together,

Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.