2 birdsI saw 2 birds
and you saw them 2
we thought
it, was, all, too sweet
and you call
and gave me a number
if I needed
I Want YouI want you
just come on home
Oh... make things work
I need you here
I'm scared of being alone
Ooh
I'est reaching this far
I'd AskShe loves me
And I love her back
Bum bum ba dum
Ooooh
I'd go go go
I'm AlrightJust about to commit suicide
man I've stayed up all night
I keep thinking about my loved ones
how they think everything is alright
I've been preparing it for weeks
my mood got lows and peaks
I keep thinking about my loved
MugiboogieYeah!
I love the way she's looking at me
Like I was a fruit hanging in her tree
The way she moves her hips, the way she wets her lips
I love the way that girl is looking at me
Yes, I love (love!) the way she's looking at me
Murr MurrI try to do it quietly
Not a whisper, more like a shock
I try to disorganize neatly
What to keep and what to block
I'd shout like that old fly
in that window and wait
wait for a finger to squeeze
SaltYou know, she killed me
Took me down to the sea
And killed me
Don't know why it happened
We used to go there
Me and my mum, but she...
Stolin stefEr hylur snjórinn hvíti sálarglugg
og séffinn neitar hverri bón
og eðla vín er súrt sem bragðvont brugg
og basl með heyrn og sjón;
og út úr takti bundnum tregaslög
sem trommar hjartað sárt og reitt
og skrámuð öndin orðin ráðvillt, rög
Sweetest MelodyI don't believe in one big harmony
That stuff ain't for a boy like me
No no no
Just give me that beat - a nasty drive
Something that makes me feel
More alive
I'm all alone I've got nothing to loose
The Chicken SongPlease take the pose on me, honey
Rest on my hairy chest
Do the death song for me, baby
The one about the chicken makes me rest
The chicken was put on this earth to entertain the man,
And serve as a metaphor for hope
See, the chicken is one of very few birds that never can fly
The Pathetic AnthemEvery performer is a preacher
We need to make, make a living
By giving a piece of the pie
Look me in the eye
Tell me, are you believing?
Are you believing?
Every performer is a preacher