Angels Comsat Birdman
Walking around I get tired
The same sensations all the time
I want something no one sells
I'd rather be somewhere else
Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird
Dirty floors and unmade beds
Can someone else go to work instead
Money to burn time to waste
I want a taste
Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird
It's a long way down
Street and houses people toytown
And from here to as fro
As I can see there's no one higher
Than me
Up he goes
Into the air
And I want to see
If he gets there
Before he falls
What ever else
He will fall
Depend on this
It's a long way down
Street and houses people toytown
And from here to as fas
As I can see there's no one higher
Than me
He says he has to fly
Says he has to fly
Says he has to fly
Well come on fly
Walking around I get tired
The same sensations all the time
I want something no one sells
I'd rather be somewhere else
Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird
