Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don't Talk lyrics
[Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don't Talk lyrics]
Oh, cheeky cheeky oh, naughty sneeky
You're so perceptive and I
Wonder how you knew
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection
Oh, you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there
And these finks don't dress too well
(Oh, no! Oh, no) no discrimination
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
To be a zombie all the time
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
Requires such dedication
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
Oh please, sir will you let it go by?
Cos I failed both tests with
My legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my, they wanted the works
Can you this and that?
I never got a letter back
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
Oh, perfect masters they thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there
But dead finks don't talk too well
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
They've got a shaky sense of diction
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
It's not so much a living hell
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh
No) it's just a dying fiction
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
You're so perceptive and I
Wonder how you knew
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection
Oh, you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there
And these finks don't dress too well
(Oh, no! Oh, no) no discrimination
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
To be a zombie all the time
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
Requires such dedication
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
Oh please, sir will you let it go by?
Cos I failed both tests with
My legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my, they wanted the works
Can you this and that?
I never got a letter back
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
Oh, perfect masters they thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there
But dead finks don't talk too well
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
They've got a shaky sense of diction
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)
It's not so much a living hell
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh
No) it's just a dying fiction
(Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no)