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Revision as of 08:31, 3 June 2008
| Name | Do The Headless Chicken |
| Album/single | It's A Go |
| Length | 7.16 |
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| Writer/composer | The Headless Chickens |
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Information
This is a cover of The Headless Chickens' song of the same name. It was recorded live to air at the Rooftop Cafe for 3RRR, Melbourne and mixed by David Wernham.
Lyrics
A blanket settles on my backyard The silence makes me lazy Electriciy eats the bain Fill my head with novocaine Red rage on a cool blue day and I had to fight to loose my way Would you like to buy a flower? Would you like to see me crawl? In the penny arcade with the china cups The waitress does not love me She has no sympathy She's been here since a quarter to three Take away the bloody system Take away the bloody sun I'm gunna put a hook into the fish that spawned you Watch it drowning in the twentieth century Oh, do the headless chicken Altogether nothing is clicking We're not safe in mother arms Look out You nearly missed me You nearly missed the point The summer of love is over So get a job Buy a car Eat shit Well I can't find the reasons for this dumb thing anymore One of these days it wont be long It's gunna be easier to get things done Tired Of happy Waste not Want not You could stay right here with me You could stay right here with me But you run back to mothers arms Who knows what goes wrong? Disgustingly Dirty Life's the party And I should leave You could stay right here with me You could stay right here with me But you run back to mothers arms Who knows what goes wrong? Red worm at the same old school Always laughs at accidents You see them everywhere Punching the bone with niggers and faggots The gentleman leaves, wants to get to the world I film to see them in the afternoon Telling the rising sun Violence in the law of the smoking mirror And those boys who go through so much trouble To be respewed since double But look so queer behind the big car doors With the girls in mirror that we've been taught You called and you found me out You left a word of advice Don't make fun of people with guns Don't tell lies to people with knives You nearly missed me You nearly missed the point Oh, do the headless chicken Altogether nothing is clicking You're not safe in mother arms Look out
