Текст песни Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don`t Talk
Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don`t Talk слова песни
Oh cheeky cheekyOh naughty sneekyYou`re so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.But these finks don`t 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?You`re always so charmingAs you peck your way up there.And these finks don`t dress too wellNo discriminationTo be a zombie all the timeRequires such dedication.Oh please, sir will you let it go by`Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tiedIn my place the stuff is all thereI`ve 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 don`t talk too wellThey`ve got a shaky sense of dictionIt`s not so much a living hellIt`s just a dying fiction.