Dead Finks Don't Talk (2004 Remaster)
Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneaky
You're so perceptive, and I wonder how you knew
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection
Oh, you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there
And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'Cause I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My, my they wanted the works, can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find their way up here
But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction
Oh naughty sneaky
You're so perceptive, and I wonder how you knew
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection
Oh, you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there
And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'Cause I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My, my they wanted the works, can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find their way up here
But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Eno, Paul Thompson
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