Dizraeli - Eat My Camera lyrics
[Dizraeli - Eat My Camera lyrics]
I am spangled off the trees, sir
Literally the trees, sir
I'm powered off the eggs of Easter
Peace, love, and the salt of the sea, sir
And I'm done with the role of the preacher
I see birds spin on the wind from all angles
The sap surging from all angles
Root hairs grab at your ankles
The plan's this run along a coast path nude
With your own track playing in
Your belly on loop
And your cranium full of the
Fruit's of the soil very enjoyable
Gimme a ding when your done with it
There's a plan B that is just as sick
Last one to the sea is a crusty dick
We swam through the lens to the substance
Rocks split, fracture
Fragments cast as black birds
Cast on the wind's howl and eat my camera
Breezeblock gasworks
Madman racked with cancer starving starling
Come eat my camera
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And on and on the river
Oh, shit what a fabulous face you own
I can think of a place to go
Where the wind blows blue through the window
And the smoke can erase you slow that's it
The dust settles you're where the drunk kids
Come to chuck pebbles
It's green, and it's grey
And it's full of bird shit
Cos the birds come here to die
Or procreate, I don't know
The roof here is full of holes
There's a mattress and a cracked bowl
And a smell of piss warm and old
I put flowers in the corner for ya
Well not flowers exactly
But the thought of flowers, count them
There's as many as there possibly can be
Pluck some, you're the Queen of Hackney
You look beautiful in brown
Just as pretty as the day you drowned
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
It goes rocks split, fracture
Fragments cast as black birds
Cast on the wind's howl and eat my camera
Breezeblock gasworks
Madman racked with cancer starving starling
Come eat my camera
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And on and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river and on and on the river
So tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole frigging county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles
Literally the trees, sir
I'm powered off the eggs of Easter
Peace, love, and the salt of the sea, sir
And I'm done with the role of the preacher
I see birds spin on the wind from all angles
The sap surging from all angles
Root hairs grab at your ankles
The plan's this run along a coast path nude
With your own track playing in
Your belly on loop
And your cranium full of the
Fruit's of the soil very enjoyable
Gimme a ding when your done with it
There's a plan B that is just as sick
Last one to the sea is a crusty dick
We swam through the lens to the substance
Rocks split, fracture
Fragments cast as black birds
Cast on the wind's howl and eat my camera
Breezeblock gasworks
Madman racked with cancer starving starling
Come eat my camera
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And on and on the river
Oh, shit what a fabulous face you own
I can think of a place to go
Where the wind blows blue through the window
And the smoke can erase you slow that's it
The dust settles you're where the drunk kids
Come to chuck pebbles
It's green, and it's grey
And it's full of bird shit
Cos the birds come here to die
Or procreate, I don't know
The roof here is full of holes
There's a mattress and a cracked bowl
And a smell of piss warm and old
I put flowers in the corner for ya
Well not flowers exactly
But the thought of flowers, count them
There's as many as there possibly can be
Pluck some, you're the Queen of Hackney
You look beautiful in brown
Just as pretty as the day you drowned
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
Come occupy my substance
It goes rocks split, fracture
Fragments cast as black birds
Cast on the wind's howl and eat my camera
Breezeblock gasworks
Madman racked with cancer starving starling
Come eat my camera
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And on and on the river
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On and on the river and on and on the river
So tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole frigging county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles, what's your worth
Tell me what counts as church
This whole fricking county's church
The furs, and the rocks, and the birds
Carry candles