More Big Birds

by Dry Cleaning




Brain replaced by something
With only the side of my nose for company
These and those, and them ones
What'd you call it?
It'll come to me

Brain replaced by something
With only the side of my nose for company
These and those, and them ones
What'd you call it?
The un-nameable
It'll come to me

Trapped, inside a head
In control in the kitchen area
I run a tight ship
Spatula pot and crumb tray
A wipeable place
A greaseproof type of thing

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

Green food, brown food

Brain replaced by something
These and those, and them ones
A floating dumpling, baggy eyes
I run a tight ship
Helicopters circling
Kalashnikov to look forward to
It's a glam musical

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

Written by: Florence Shaw, Lewis Maynard, Nick Buxton, Tom Dowse

Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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