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 you come 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 you come 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 orgasm
If you're just holding your breath
Til you come back up in full
Holding your breath
Til you thought it through, you foolish child
