Текст песни Brian Eno - Dead Finks Dont Talk
Brian Eno - Dead Finks Dont Talk слова песни
Oh cheeky cheekyOh naughty sneekyYoure so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.But these finks dont walk too wellA bad sense of directionAnd so they stumble round in threesSuch a strange collection.Oh you headless chickenCan those poor teeth take so much kicking? Youre always so charmingAs you peck your way up there.And these finks dont dress too wellNo discriminationTo be a zombie all the timeRequires such dedication.Oh please, sir will you let it go bycos I failed both tests with my legs both tiedIn my place the stuff is all thereIve been ever so sad for a very long timeMy my they wanted the works can you this and thatI never got a letter backMore fool me bless my soulMore fool me bless my soul.Oh perfect mastersThey thrive on disastersThey all look so harmlessTill they find there way up there.But dead finks dont talk too wellTheyve got a shaky sense of dictionIts not so much a living hellIts just a dying fiction.