Momus - Birocracy lyrics

Can you play electric organ
Can you play the lie of the land
Can you paint a better tartan
Sudden apples strewed on the dawn

Butcher birds and Jackie Hangmans
Double digit fugitive
Intra-Schengen cars and blam blams
A bigger scope, the lie of the land

Manifestly social sculpture lines
For all those well trained men of the world
Never let me down you vultures then
Pick my bones clean, pick them all clean

I would play my big bassoon
(Big bassoon, like the bard's)
I would harvest marble hours
(On the moon, to glitter the culture)

I would make some animal
(But not too soon, you just wait and see)
I would dig no frightening hole
(To stop, to stop, to stop it on me)

Finger pulse and all the parlay
Sinking faster than half of the nine
I have been to Harlem Dover
I have seen the end of the line

Brick it up, the perfect England
Black it in your coronet hearts

I would play my big bassoon
(Big bassoon, like the bard's)
I would harvest marble hours
(On the moon, to glitter the culture)