Lyrics More Big Birds - Dry Cleaning

More Big Birds

Brain replaced by something
With only the side of my nose for company
These and those and them ones
What’d you call it?
It’ll come to me
Brain replaced by something
With only the side of my nose for company
These and those and them ones, what’d you call it?
The unnameable
It’ll come to me
Trapped inside a head
In control in the kitchen area
I run a tight ship
Spatula pot and crumb tray
A wipeable place
A greaseproof type of thing
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Green food, brown food
Brain replaced by something
These and those and them ones
A floating dumpling, baggy eyes
I run a tight ship
Helicopter circling
Kalashnikov to look forward to
It’s a glam musical
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