Some said the local lake had been enchanted 
Others said it must have been the weather 
The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet 
But I swear that I could hear the laughter 
So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge 
Cause of a night that lake had turned to stick as butter 
But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking 
Saying hat to them it doesn't matter
If you're just holding your breath 
Til [bad word] back up in full 
Holding your breath 
Til you thought it through, you're full

The genius next door was busing table 
Wiping clean the ketchup labels 
Getting high and muttering German fables 
Didn't care as long as he was able 
To strip his clothes off by the dumpster 
At night while everyone was sleeping 
And wade midway into that porridge 
Just him and his secret he was keeping

If you're just holding your breath 
Til [bad word] back up in full 
Holding your breath 
Til you thought it through, you foolish child

In the morning the film crews start arriving 
With donuts, coffee and reporters 
The kids are waking up hung over 
The neighbors were starting up their cars 
The garbage men were emptying the dumpsters 
Atheists were praying full of sarcasm 
And the genius next door was sleeping 
Dreaming that the antidote is [bad word] 
If you're just holding your breath 
Til [bad word] back up in full 
Holding your breath 
Til you thought it through, you foolish child