Accident - Lisa Loeb

The heir is introduced

She waltzes through her ballroom

Swirling in her sequins, showing off her gown

She steps on her own train

She falls, she cracks her jaw

Aghast her husband giggles

He gasps

She slipped on spilled champagne

And we crowd around the accident

We want to see the worst

We crowd around the accident

We want to see what hurts

They’re leaning in the corner

He’s buried in a baggie

They say he’s mischevious sometimes

She’s pretty, and her elbows are so pointy

They’re dangerous talking in the locker room

His nose bleeds so profusely

But no one tell him he’s the star

They watch like at the movies that he’s famous for

And we crowd around the accident

We want to see the worst

We crowd around the accident

We want to see what hurts

Two stories about to fall

Boasting at the swing set, marching down the hall

She yelled, 'cause he upset her desk

Don’t yell

He’s picking sides, he’s hitching rides to school

His father left in winter

He’s no one’s son

If I can poke her with a pencil, I can pop her with a gun

And we crowd around the accident

We want to see the worst

We crowd around the accident

We want to see what hurts

We think…

I’m glad it wasn’t me

And turn up the TV

And squeeze our eyes shut, but leave a space to see