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• Artiste: David Byrne
• Titre: Every Day Is A Miracle
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The rose is pruned to a perfect shape Perfect for whom, I wonder The chicken thinks in mysterious ways But beauty is not what we're after Now the chicken imagines a heaven Full of roosters and plenty of corn And God is a very old rooster And eggs are like Jesus, his son Every day is miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa The pope don't mean shit to a dog And elephants don't read newspapers And the kiss of a chicken is hot The brain of a chicken And the dick of a donkey A pig in a blanket And that's why you want me What does it feel like To be your tongue Moving around in your mouth To be free in the forest of your love A cockroach in the cosmos of your house Every day is miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead I thought up the birds and the bees My software is famous all over My money is crawling on trees The mind is a soft boiled potato A jewel in a chocolate shell I staple my love to your heart dear With memories and beautiful smells Every day is miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another Every day is miracle Every day is an unpaid bill You've got to sing for your supper Love one another