[ti:Dead Finks Don't Talk (2004 Digital Remaster)] [ar:Brian Eno] [al:Here Come The Warm Jets(2004 Digital Remaster)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Dead Finks Don't Talk (2004 Digital Remaster) - Brian Eno [00:18.28]Oh cheeky cheeky [00:21.09]Oh naughty sneaky [00:27.65]You're so perceptive [00:29.66]And I wonder how you knew [00:38.46]But these finks don't walk too well [00:43.94]A bad sense of direction [00:49.29]And so they stumble 'round in three's [00:54.95]Such a strange collection [01:01.46]Oh you headless chicken [01:04.81]Can those poor teeth take so much kicking [01:11.84]You're always so charming [01:15.52]As you peck your way up there [01:22.32]And these finks don't dress too well [01:27.59]No discrimination [01:33.35]To be a zombie all the time [01:38.20]Requires such dedication [02:26.67]Oh please sir will you let it go by [02:29.53]'Cause I failed both tests with my legs both tied [02:31.97]In my place the stuff is all there [02:34.65]I've been ever so sad for a very long time [02:37.52]My my they wanted the works can you this and that [02:41.27]I never got a letter back [02:43.06]More fool me bless my soul [02:48.64]More fool me bless my soul [02:54.08]More fool me bless my soul [02:59.55]More fool me bless my soul [03:04.91]More fool me bless my soul [03:10.33]Oh perfect masters [03:16.37]They thrive on disasters [03:20.94]They all look so harmless [03:25.85]Till they find their way up there [03:32.29]But dead finks don't talk too well [03:37.43]They've got a shaky sense of diction [03:41.75]It's not so much a living hell [03:48.55]It's just a dying fiction