Andrew Bird - A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left lyrics
[Andrew Bird - A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left lyrics]
Overprescribed under the mister
We had survived to
Turn on the History Channel
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive?
And here's how they replied
You're what happens when
Two substances collide
And by all accounts you
Really should have died
Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south of North Platte
He can't stand to look back
Sixteen tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered undelivered
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
Of the what, of the head to the left
So exorcise your cells 'til you're bereft
Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head
To the left of the, of the, to the
Splayed out on a bath mat
Six miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper knapsack
It's what goes undelivered undelivered
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
Head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the
To the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the
Head to the, of the
Of the head of the head to the
Over imbibed under the mister
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Not one of them's a lie
Not one of them's a lie
You're what happens when
Two substances collide
And by all accounts you
Really should have died
We had survived to
Turn on the History Channel
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive?
And here's how they replied
You're what happens when
Two substances collide
And by all accounts you
Really should have died
Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south of North Platte
He can't stand to look back
Sixteen tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered undelivered
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
Of the what, of the head to the left
So exorcise your cells 'til you're bereft
Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head
To the left of the, of the, to the
Splayed out on a bath mat
Six miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper knapsack
It's what goes undelivered undelivered
It's a nervous tic motion of
The head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
Head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the
To the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the
Head to the, of the
Of the head of the head to the
Over imbibed under the mister
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Not one of them's a lie
Not one of them's a lie
You're what happens when
Two substances collide
And by all accounts you
Really should have died