Each night I lie awake, completely alone
A voice is speaking and I tremble for it's not my own
My own
I can't ignore it, although I try
The intrusive whisper fascinates me
Here's why
Here's why
The shadows gather 'round as the voice recites
The secret history of my immortal soul
Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Ten thousand years of unerasable acts and permanent facts
The record of my unspeakable crimes
In previous lives, in previous times
Indelibly stains the pages of history
Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Night after night, a voice recites my misdeeds and puts me to sleep
And tells me I won't remember a thing
When morning comes at last, I rub my eyes
Forgetting everything and thinking only of my plans
My plans
The world is spinning 'round and I'm on the top
And nothing in the world can ever make me stop
Indestructible
Indefensible
Reprehensible
Ten thousand years of unerasable acts and permanent facts
And only I know who's responsible
Indefensible, reprehensible me
Quoth the Johns:
This song features the sound of the Mellotron (actually from a sampler) that was a primitive version of sampling created in the 60s. The "horn section" is actually created by playing a chord on an electronic keyboard, but instead of a piano or organ sound you get the sound of a saxophone, or in this case, the sound of a very old-fashioned, melodramatic, vibrato-laden sax with a tone more from the 40s than from the 60s when it was recorded.
—John Flansburgh
[source: They Got Lost promotional email, November 6, 2002]