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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Birthday Party
The Birthday Party
Performer
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Guitar
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Lead Vocals
Tracy Pew
Tracy Pew
Bass
Rowland Howard
Rowland Howard
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Composer
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Birthday Party
The Birthday Party
Producer

Letra

Well, I, jump and fled this fuckin' heap on doctored wings My flailin' pinions, with splints and rags and crutches (Damn things nearly hardly flap) Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures That look like long thin red ribbons Draped across the arms of a lil' mortal girl (Like a ground plan of hell) Curse these smartin' strings, these fuckin' ruptures Enough, enough is enough (If this is heaven ah? m bailin' out) If this is heaven ah? m bailin' out I can't tolerate this ol tin-tub So fulla trash and rats felt one crawl across my soul For a seckon there, as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto (Rats in paradise! rats in paradise) I'm bailin' out, there? s a mutiny in heaven I wassa born and Lord shakin' Even then was dumped into some icy font Like some great stinky unclean From slum-chuch to slum-church, I spilt my heart To some fat cunt behind a screen Evil poppin' eye pressed up to the opening He? d slide shut the lil' perforated hatch at night my body Blushed to the whistle of the birch With a lil' practice I soon learnt to use in on myself Punishment? Reward, punishment? Reward, well, ah tied on, perched on my bed I was stickin' a needle in my arm Ah tied off! fuckin' wings burst out my back (Like I was cuttin' teeth) I took off (Rats in paradise! rats in paradise) There? s a mutiny in Heaven Oh Lord, I git down on my knees (I git down on my knees and start to pray) Wrapped in my mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze In the howlin' wind and drivin' rain (All the trash blowin' round and round) From slum-heaven into town I take my tiny pain and rollin' back my sleeve Roll Anna, roll Anna, roll Anna roll) I yank the drip outa my vein, utopiate! I? m bailin' out Utopiate, if this is Heaven ah? m bailin' out My threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse Thoughts come like a plague to the head, in God? s house Mutiny in Heaven (Ars infectio forco dio) To the plank (Rats in paradise! rats in paradise) I? m bailin' out (Hail hypuss dermio vita rex) Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto (Scabio murem per sanctum, dio, dio, dio)
Writer(s): Nicholas Edward Cave, Michael John Harvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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