Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Finks Don't Talk, artist - Brian Eno. Album song Here Come The Warm Jets, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Dead Finks Don't Talk |
| 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 |
| 'Cos 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 fool me, bless my soul |
| More fool 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 |