Letras:
Bird Andrew

so bare All it takes is tuppence from you Feed the birds, tuppence a bag Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag Feed the birds, that's what she cries While overhead her birds

Now if you think I'm wasting your time again I'm wasting your time When you pick me up in duty free That's when I thought I'd be the cross in your T or

My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde Monsters, whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide Jesus, don't you know

Then it was dusk in Illinois a small boy After an afternoon of carting dung hung On a rail fence, a sapped thing So weary to crying Dark was growing

Born host to a tongue so sing a song about it Held a breath for too long till we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong, then you can blame us

His keeping busier as bitter storms His imaginations and his palindromes It was anything but hear the voice Anything but hear the voice It was anything

Being alone it can be quite romantic Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic A fantastic voyage to parts unknown Going to depths were the sun's

Come what may, lay your eggs where it's warm We come here to swarm Come by sea, swarm like smoke in the dawn We were the young, we were the swarm Radiolarians

Over prescribed under the mister We had survived to turn on the history channel And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive And here's how they replied