Big Ship – Cardiacs – letras

Pretty teeth scrapy cleanWith a wind-up machineI’m feeling very strikingIt’s taken to my likingIt’s a fine man who cups his breathWith a will to pleaseWipey hand across the blazerNo-one here makes a soundStanding up or sitting downWe grin like alligatorsAssist with apparatusTheres a strange feeling in my mindAnd the room’s too warmAnd lit with Macdonalds lightingAnd the tool the tool foreverFalling down planes against the grainOf the wood for the box for my soulAnd my aching heartThe tool forever falling down planes again andThe tool forever falling down planes again andAll of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres allCreations joining in celebrating happiness and joyAll around the world on land and in the seaAll of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres allCreations joining in celebrating happiness and joyAll around the world on land and in the sea