Andrew Bird A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left
Over prescribed / under the mister / we had survived to / turn on the history channel / and ask our esteemed panel / why are we alive / and here's how they replied / you're what happens when two substances collide / and by all accounts you really should've died / stretched out on the tarmac / six miles south of North Platte / he can't stand to look back / at sixteen tons of HAZMAT / and it's what goes / undelivered undelivered / and it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / exorcise your cells till you're bereft / 'cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / splayed out on a bathmat / six miles north of South Platte / and he just wants his life back / what's in that paper knapsack / it's what goes undelivered / over imbibed / under the mister / barely alive we / cover the blisters in flannel / though the words we speak / are banal / not one of them's a lie / not one of them's a lie / you're what happens when two substances collide / and by all accounts you really should've / died
