Filthy Bird

Look at the cloud above the bus stop

It's in the shape of you and I

Swarming around us in an ever-shifting circle

In the sky



Look at me down there on the viaduct

Covered in grease and lime and scales

Murmuring, "Thank you, thank you," to the Romsey gravel

And the gales



Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird

Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird



Soaring away above the chessboard

Many's the eagle on the wing

Checking their instruments before they bomb the children

As they sing ("There's a place for everything")



Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird

Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird



Splash my cold enamel with blood

A rendezvous with stone will leave you bleeding

Step by step I set your face in stone



Ah...



Look at the massacre on cable

But you know it won't happen here

We're all too busy watching massacres on cable

Oh yeah



Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird

Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird

Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird

Oooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird