Baby Bird

I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch
But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night
I hear the tick of a bomb
All your hair in a fuse
You ask me for a light
To blow away these blues
Run me a bath, then plug me in
I'm like a T.V. learning to swim

But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good night
I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today
Give me your fingers wash out your mouth
Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch
But I don't blame you
You're always right
I'm like a bad day
On your good good good good night

Are you the tornado in my sails
Are you Jesus without the nails
Are you the bury met without the rails
Are you Paris without snails
Of course you're not
But you're all I've got
And that's fine & dandy
When you lick my candy girl
(And I don't mean that rude)
When you lick my
When you lick my candy
Are you Disneyland without whales
Are you a farmer without bales
Are you the red lion without ales
Are you the lakes without the dales
Naturally you're not
But you're all I've got
And that's fine & dandy
When lick my candy girl
(And I don't mean that rude)
When you lick my
When you lick my candy
Are you Ra without Dion
Are you the words in the sky without neon
Are you indigenous or did you disappear
Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer
Candy candy candy girl...

Look at my hands
They're all over you
My rusty nails stuck to you like glue
My arms around you like audio tape
Got a little red horn underneath this cape
It's not dirty
It's not rude
I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get, wanna get,
Wanna get crude
It's not filthy
It's not lewd
I wanna get famous just so I can get sued
Guess who's my girlfriend, yeah, ten out of ten
Yeah it's Jesus, she's my girlfriend
Want to know who my boyfriend is,
No, nought out of ten
Jesus ain't a man, she's my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend
It's not drink, It's not food
It's a man in a shuttle with a tube
I can't fly, so what, I can't cook
Can't even catch a tune with a hook
I've been to Hong Kong & South Dakota
In a little wood plane without a motor
Got a girl in bed, when I took it further
Where Jamaica? No I coaxed her. Ha! Ha!
I love her
My girlfriend
I love her
My girlfriend

The other night, I saw you lying there,
I didn't want to wake you up
The next day, I saw you lying there,
I didn't want to wake you up
The next evening, I saw you lying there
You hadn't moved an inch
The next day, I saw you lying there,
I wish that i could wake you up

Sha la sha la sha la
The next day, I shouted in your ear,
I wish that I could wake you up
The next week I kicked you in the head
I wish that I could wake you up
Three days later you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up
Three years later you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up
The other evening, I had a dream
You came into my head
I tried to touch you, I tried to kiss you,
I couldn't wake you up
My hands went through you, I grabbed the pillow,
I cut the fucker up
I really need you, I really miss you
I want to wake you up

Five years later, you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up
Ten years later, you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up
Fifteen years later, you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up
Twenty years later, you're underground
I wish that I could wake you up

Take me in your arms again
Wash me in your eyes
Tie me to the house again
Love me 'till love dies

Blame me for everything
Not just the bad times
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
Just like a dead bird sings

Look into my face again
Between us there's a mile
I can see a hole in the sky
As wide as your smile
As wide as your smile

It's not that you've gone away
It's that I've never met you
But I wish you'd come back to me
Just like the night turns blue
Just like the night turns blue

Just like a dead bird sings
Love me 'till love dies

You asked me not to speak
Then kissed me on the cheek
You said that I was wrong
You said that I was weak
I tried to think awhile
You said I was too long
And when I tried to smile
You sung this pretty song

Drink this baby, it's atomic soda
It'll blow your mind back to how it was

Standing in the snow, icicles on your nose
I felt what once was through your frozen clothes
Standing on the shore, looking at the lake
My arm around you won't stop you shake

In the Wintertime when the leaves are gone
I look at you & wonder what's wrong
You were so strong, I was so weak
Now I can't even get you to speak

Remember that tanktop you bought me
You wrote you're gorgeous on it
You took me to your rented motor car
And filmed me on the bonnet
You got me to hitch my knees up
And pull my legs apart
You took an instamatic camera
And pulled my sleeves around my heart

Because you're gorgeous
I'd do anything for you
Because you're gorgeous
I know you'll get me through
You said my clothes were sexy
You tore away my shirt
You rubbed an icecube on my chest
Snapped me 'till it hurt
You said I wasn't cheap
You paid me twenty pounds
You promised to put me in a magazine
On every table in every lounge

It's time to come down from your spire
Jesus come back, you're a liar
I've covered the church in fish wire
I'll know you're here, like hellfire

Hell fire
If we hear a trip in the aisle
Turn on the lights with a big smile
There's no beautiful child
It's tealeaves with the roof tiles

Tealeaves with the roof tiles
We go on home with the radio on
Tune into paradise on the long wave
For a millionth time a born again song
Rings out like a bad shave

What is this beautiful thing we've found
It's so shiny, bright & round
So I went into town
And bought a little patch of ground
And I put a shop on top
And bought myself some stock
Oh, my little cornershop
Oh, my little cornershop
Oh I'm so happy I could scream
In my little store on the green
Where everything is fine
Where everything is fine
So fine
I found some corrugated steel
And banged it to the window with my heel
And now nobody's going to get in
After half past ten in the evening
In the evening...
Oh my 2nd little
Oh my 3rd little
Oh my 4th little...cornershop
Oh my 5th little
Oh my 6th little
Oh my 7th little..cornershop
Oh I'm so happy I could scream
In my 8th little store on the green
Where everything is fine

Oh you ugly beautiful thing
Oh you, oh you, oh you.
You ugly beautiful thing I'm in between your head and your sting
unfolding out your wings one by one 'til you sing like king bing, you.
Oh you beautiful thing I'm in-between the ball beat ball of the king,
holding out no cheques, drinking Castrol not Becks
plugging in TV flex into my kecks
I dare you to change the fucking channel now. Puts!

Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting
whirling out your wings one by one 'til you sing like king king bing
Ugly beautiful thing how I sing with your plastic wing on the tips of my broken wing.
Oh I'm so shy when you ride up so high and I cry because I can see the possibility that you might one day die.
Oh baby cool you know that thing, that thing you do that I love,
you keep doing it, doing it, doing it, and I can't get over that thing.
That thing that you keep, keep doing, doing it, doing it, doing it drives me mad,
I love it, do it, do it, do it, do it, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Calm down, son. Sing the fucker like a baby.
Yeah mom, I'm bad.
You ain't a bad son, son, you're a fucking king.
You're the son of God, you're mine, I'm Mary, I made you,
I forgive you baby. Come to mummy!

Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom.
Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom.
Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom.
Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom bang.

King, the word king.
Son, I call you a king, you ain't poor Paul King (?), you're the king.

Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting whirling out your wings one by one
until you sing like a king bing.
Ugly beautiful thing butt-a-bing, butt-a-boom.
You ain't butter, you ain't harry, you ain't even the artist formerly known as Prince,
ah, ah, ah, you're a king, you're a king, you're a king, you're a king.

Ugly beautiful thing. Ugly beautiful thing.

See what all that means is that blue is really yellow, you grow old, you mellow, orange turns you on.
It's rust, it's things rotting.
It's Mike and the Mechanics doing Celine Dion doing Sting.
Fony give away a hundred thousand CDs to Virgin, Our Price and all HMVs.
Wish I'd thought of it, it's so cool,
it's music for thick people, lowest common denomination,
all hidden under the steeple, roof tiles and a hatch with weeds,
big tits and tight behinds,
a guy on the hatch improvise and men who stack singles for £1.99.
Get the fucker in the chart, charge £3.99.
Take a cut off the supplier, off the artist, off the public, off the quick to buy and slow to think.
Hey that's why. You know I know.
When will people realise that if you put shit on the dance set and spin it at 45 rpm, 120 bpm you'll still hear it stink?
I'm out of here, whatever, amen.

Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da,
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah.
You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing.
You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing.
You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful thing.

Oh. I'm getting into Jamiraquoi territory now man.
Fucking stop it dead now.
Shut the drummer up. Shove it up the arse!.
Saxophone - fuck off!
Yeah Be bop be lula be bop boo, yeah,
wiggy wiggy whack whack,
wiggy wiggy whack whack,
wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy whack.
Whack whack wiggy wiggy,
whack whack wiggy wiggy,
wig wig wig wig wig wig whack.

Bad jazz for white folks' assholes.

You & me
Me & you
(x3)
You & me & me & you & you & me & me
& me & you
As long as we are one, one of what?
I don't care
One of what?
I don't care
(x2)
................ In any language, baby
It means I love you
I look in the mirror
I see right through
I am beside myself
When I'm inside you
You make the sky green
You make the sun blue
No, baby, it ain't God I love...it's you
Me & you, You & me, me & you & you & me
So complicated
It's so unexpurgated
Underrated
Over sensationalised
Under materialised
Ooh, such big words
We don't need them
All we need is you & me
(x2)

I'll sing about love
'Till I'm 45 & fat
I'll take almost anything
But I won't take that
You can tie me up in knots
But I'll keep on coming
You can take away my voice
But I'll keep on humming
c-o-c-a
c-o-l-a
'Till I turn blue
Sing-singing about love
I'll take any old tat
But I won't take that
We'll teach the world to sing
You all know the words
So singalong, singalong, singalong
For a better world
C-o-c-a
C-o-l-a

We are not cool
We are not crazy
We steal cars
Because we're lazy
We are not risky
We are not bad
We burn down houses
Just to make us sad
I'm too handsome to be homeless
We are not famous
We are not known
We break into hotels
Just to feel at home
We cannot read
We cannot write
We makeout in cars
Then we set them alight
I'm too handsome to be homeless
We die for pleasure
We kill for fun
We give you children
But we won't make you come
Hug your wives
Kiss your sons
Corkscrew your fingers
Round our no-good tongues

Way up in the clouds
Angels don't fly
Big silver birds
Re-writing the sky
Taxi & take off now
I close your eyes
Look out of the window
Watch the ground die
I live all day-to vacate the place-I love-uh huh
I work all day-to leave the way I live-behind
Way down on the ground
People don't fly
But here we at the airport
Like ladybirds in July
Just like back home
I wish that you were here
If I had a cellular phone
I'd drown it in my beer
I was once like you
Dreaming you were me
Locked inside your pretty head
Wishing I was free
But I was so different then
And you were roughly the same
Love was in your pretty head
And sex was on my brain

Baby bird...don't you cry
Don't you fly away from me
..don't you fly
..don't you fly
La la la...
I've gift-wrapped you a tiny tree
With golden leaves for you & me
To set-up home in a beautiful nest
You can lie here on my soft red chest
My soft red chest
La la la...
Baby baby bird...I'm so lonely
And the sky is so cold & unstable
Baby bird...don't you cry
Don't you fly away from me
..don't you fly
(x4)
Baby baby bird...let me be
The cage around your Christmas tree
You out there, me in here
Never, never set me free
Baby bird...set me free
..set me free
..set me free

He had a bad old man who beat him
put a hammer to his knees just to please him
Now hes 35 and half alive
He's an open mouth in a beehive
He's gonna smile and be happy
let everyone know that hes happy
Put his smiling face on a billboard
kiss from your car, he's happy
He's not happy

With his swollen lips round his early teens
in his dress he can't believe its in his genes
Some days he's half man
and then he's half god
but on his blue days
he wouldn't touch his greens
He's gonna make you smile and be happy
make everyone know that hes happy
Put his smiling face on the TV
Kiss him from your chair make him happy
He drowned his stepson in the duck pond
let the wife-beater out to make a pop song
He put razor blades in the ice-cream
shot a paedophile in a wet dream

He's got a young man who feeds him
whispers sweet nothings just to please him
he makes him cool for the TV
makes half the man he is a celebrity
With his swollen lips around his early teens
in his dress he cant believe its in his genes
He's half a man and half a god
One half bitch one half dog
He drowned his stepson in the duck pond
let the wife-beater out to make a pop song
put razor blades in the ice-cream
made nobody famous on the big screen.
Put the whole wide world on remote control
he put a five times rapist on his tv show
on every single channel in every single home
you can even hear his voice on the telephone

Put the car in reverse
and come back to me
without you this house is a hearse without wheels
you can't work out which cringing
which cringing feels worse
when i touch you like this
on the place that it hurts

Give me all that you have
if you don't i will steal it
all the things that you've lost
i can reel them in
i'm falling apart every minute of every hour
but you're there to put me back together again
When i don't know where you are
i feel lost
your trail feels so warm
but i'm covered with frost
when i left in the morning
she smelled so good
then i whispered quite nicely, quite rightly
I can make you feel good
you can make me feel bad
i'll never get you back
so you'll never be sad
give me all that you have
if you dont i will steal it
all the things that you`ve lost
i can reel them in
now you`re falling apart
every moment of every day
you`re not here to put me
back together again

We were happy being stupid
happy being dumb
Sad not being happy happy having fun
And the rain comes down
and makes a fool out of us
We wet our hair and murder the raindrops
Oh but we don't hear it coming
we don't hear it coming
La la la, la la la la, la la la la , la la la.
I won't say goodbye
because I was never here
And I won't say hello
because it wouldn't be true
And if I told you that the sky was green today
lying upside down looking at the grass
would you believe me
would you understand
why I told you what I did?
Would you understand me
or just put me down as another fool?

and you can't say goodbye
because I am always here
and you can't say you love me
because it wouldn't be true
And the rain comes down
and makes a fool out of us
We wet our lips and murder the raindrops
Oh but we don't hear it coming
we don't hear it coming
But the cats and the birds do
so what does that say about us?

I I I was never here never here never here
I I I I I I

He found you, on the roadside
Little cuts and bruises underneath your chin
You begged him to bury you
Before your life sets in
She sees me in the garden
Pulling petals off the flowers
She closes all the windows
Shuts down on the bed and shivers

Take her back in time to the place before it happened
Before it happened
Take me back in time to the place before it happened
Where it happened

He scratched your eyes, your pretty eyes
With a handful of rusty nails
And then he pushed you into a ditch
With the slugs and the snails
I'm so angry she's not angry
Every second of every hour
She shuts the door and slides the latch in
Tries to wash him off in the shower

Take her back in time to the place before it happened
Before it happened
Take me back to the roadside where it happened
Before it happened, where it happened

You lay there for three days
Your heart held in his knuckles
He tried to pull out your hair
Rip the scalp with his buckle
Look at you now, you're like no girl i know
I would have stabbed him (who would have stopped me?)
I would have stabbed him (you would have stopped me)
Dead