Accident
Lisa Loeb Lyrics


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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 champaigne

Chorus:
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 mischievous 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

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Accident" by Lisa Loeb explores the idea of people's morbid fascination with witnessing the misfortunes of others. The first verse describes an incident at a high society event where the heiress, who is lavishly dressed in sequins, accidentally steps on her own train, falls, and cracks her jaw. Her husband's reaction to the situation is to giggle at her misfortune. The chorus then highlights how people move towards accidents, seeking to see the worst, implying that we enjoy witnessing the pain of others.


The second verse of "Accident" describes how many people express their cruelty in different ways. One person is labeled mischievous but is still accepted; another person's elbows are dangerous, while someone else bleeds from the nose. In contrast, the third verse describes a school environment where bullying is present, and lines are drawn as everyone takes sides. The final line of the verse, "If I can poke her with a pencil, I can pop her with a gun," suggests that this behavior could escalate to deadly violence. The song's concluding line "We think, I'm glad it wasn't me," insinuates that the human fascination with others' pain is rooted in a sense of schadenfreude.


Line by Line Meaning

The heir is introduced
A rich and entitled person is made known to us


She waltzes through her ballroom
The rich person moves with carelessness and grace


Swirling in her sequins, showing off her gown
The rich person is indulging in materialistic pleasures


She steps on her own train
The rich person is careless and clumsy despite their wealth


She falls, she cracks her jaw
Despite being rich and powerful, accidents can still happen to rich people as well


Aghast her husband giggles
The spouse of the rich person has a twisted sense of humor and enjoys seeing others in pain


He gasps
The spouse, although amused by the accident, still recognizes the severity of the injury


She slipped on spilled champaigne
The accident occurred due to the careless behavior of others around the rich person


And we crowd around the accident
Society as a whole enjoys seeing the misfortune of others


We want to see the worst
We are fascinated with witnessing the lowest points in the lives of others


They're leaning in the corner
A group of people are gathered in a secluded area


He's buried in a baggie
One individual is secluding themselves from the group


They say he's mischievous sometimes
The group is gossiping about an individual and creating negative perceptions of them


She's pretty, and her elbows are so pointy
The group is nitpicking and obsessing over trivial aspects of an individual's appearance


They're dangerous talking in the locker room
The group is engaged in inappropriate and harmful behavior


His nose bleeds so profusely
An individual is experiencing physical harm and injury


But no one tell him he's the star
Despite being in the center of attention, the individual is not receiving genuine care and concern from the group


They watch like at the movies that he's famous for
The group is interested in the misfortunate events occurring to the individual like it is mere entertainment


Two stories about to fall
Two individuals are on the brink of spiraling out of control


Boasting at the swing set, marching down the hall
The individuals are engaged in careless and silly behavior


She yelled, 'cause he upset her desk
One individual is overreacting to minimal provocation by the other individual


Don't yell
Someone is trying to diffuse the situation and maintain peace


He's picking sides, he's hitching rides to school
The other individual is taking advantage of the situation to further their own interests


His father left in winter
The other individual is experiencing familial struggles


He's no one's son
The individual is left to navigate life alone due to the absence of a responsible guardian


If I can poke her with a pencil, I can pop her with a gun
The other individual is making violent threats and escalating the situation


We think...
Society collectively reflects on the situation


I'm glad it wasn't me
Society is relieved that they are not the target of the misfortune


And turn up the TV
Society wants to distract itself from the harsh realities of the world


And squeeze our eyes shut, but leave a space to see
Society wants to pretend that they are not interested in seeing misfortune, but in reality, they cannot help but be intrigued




Lyrics © REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: LISA A. LOEB

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