Look at the cloud above the bus stop It's in the shape of you and I Swarming around us in an ever-shifting circle In the sky
Look at me down there on the viaduct Covered in grease and lime and scales Murmuring, "Thank you, thank you," to the Romsey gravel And the gales
Oooh A happy bird is a filthy bird A happy bird is a filthy bird
Soaring away above the chessboard Many's the eagle on the wing Checking their instruments before they bomb the children As they sing ("There's a place for everything")
A happy bird is a filthy bird A happy bird is a filthy bird
Splash my cold enamel with blood A rendezvous with stone will leave you bleeding Step by step I set your face in stone
Look at the massacre on cable But you know it won't happen here We're all too busy watching massacres on cable Oh yeah
Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird Oooh A happy bird is a filthy birdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
