Lyrics A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left - Andrew Bird

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

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
You’re what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts, you really should’ve died
(whistling)
Stretched out on a Tarmac
6 miles south of North Platte
He can’t stand to look back
16 tons of hazmat
It’s what goes undelivered
Undelivered oohhoohh
Bom bom bom bom bom
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the what
The head to the left
So exercise yourselves to your bereft
'Cause it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the
Of the, to the…
(Whistling)
Splayed out on the bath-mat
6 miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What’s in that paper napsack
It’s what goes undelivered
Undelivered oohhoohh
Bom bom bom bom bom
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion
Of the head…
(Whistling)
…Head to the left
It’s a nervous tic motion of the, of the
to the left
It’s a nervous tic motion of the head
to the, of the, of the head,
Of the head to the…
Over-imbibed, under the mister
Barely alive, we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Now one of them’s a lie
Now one of them’s a lie
You’re what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts, you really should’ve died