Cut The Cake Lyrics - I'm Going Away - The Fiery Furnaces

CUT THE CAKE 

When I heard the news 

I nearly lost my breath 

My heart stopped 

And I held my chest 

How could it be true, how could it 

be true? 

I bought ten copies of the paper 

Tried to buy them all 

But they wouldn't let me 

How could it be true, how could it 

be true? 

Cut out the clip 

And wallpapered my wall 

I took it to work 

To make copies so I could paper the 

whole house 

How could it be true, how could it 

be true? 

I scanned it too 

So I could show it to my out-of-town 

friends 

I wrote a letter to the editor 

To give praise and a mention 

To the names they forgot 

And the answers they didn't question 

And those answers they didn't question 

So what's one to do 

With all this fame and glory 

Hire a PR firm 

To tell the rest of the story 

How could it be true, how could it 

be true? 

Write it down quick 

So I can make the 4 o'clock news 

I know it's only local 

But if it's what they choose 

We'll celebrate over dinner, 

Maybe dancing too 

How could it be true, how could it 

be true? 

Who cut the cake? 

Without any warning 

Who cut the cake? 

With my special knife 

Into tiny little pieces for every fella's wife