Birocracy

Lyrics

Can you play electric organ Can you play the lie of the land Can you paint a better tartan Sudden apples strewed on the dawn Butcher birds and Jackie Hangmans Double digit fugitive Intra-Schengen cars and blam blams A bigger scope, the lie of the land Manifestly social sculpture lines For all those well-trained men of the world Never let me down you vultures then Pick my bones clean, pick them all clean I would play my big bassoon (Big bassoon, like the bard's) I would harvest marble hours (On the moon, to glitter the culture) I would make some animal (But not too soon, you just wait and see) I would dig no frightening hole (To stop, to stop, to stop it on me) Finger pulse and all the parlay Sinking faster than half of the nine I have been to Harlem Dover I have seen the end of the line Brick it up, the perfect England Black it in your coronet hearts I would play my big bassoon (Big bassoon, like the bard's) I would harvest marble hours (On the moon, to glitter the culture)