Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Capers, artist - The Birthday Party. Album song Prayers on Fire, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 05.04.1981
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
Capers |
| What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names |
| Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames |
| In the fake — ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! |
| The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types |
| So we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to it’s ankles |
| So we can’t go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain |
| Get unfunny! |
| such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one |
| Just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? |
| like my out-do? |
| Capers… capers… |
| Oh a streak, o’treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows |
| Erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows |
| Account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? |
| we’re in business! |
| Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb’s…all legs and armour |
| I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart |
| Oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family |