Birocracy Lyrics & Chords By Momus

Can you play electric organ?
Can you play the lie of the land?
Can you paint a better tartan?
Sudden apples strewed on the dawns

Butcher birds and Jackie Hangmans
Double digit fugitive
Intra-Schengen cars and blam blams
A bigger scope, the lie of the land

Manifestly social sculpture lines
For all those well-trained men of the world
Never let me down you vultures then
Pick my bones clean, pick them all clean

I would play my big bassoon
(Big bassoon, like the bard's)
I would harvest marble hours
(On the moon, to glitter the culture)

I would make some animal
But not too soon, you just wait and see
I would dig no frightening hole
To stop, to stop, to stop it on me

Finger pulse and all the parlay
Sinking faster than half of the nine
I have been to Harlem Dover
I have seen the end of the line

Brick it all up, the perfect England
Black it in your coronet hearts
On the moon, to glitter the culture

I would play my big bassoon
(Big bassoon, like the bard's)
I would harvest marble hours
(On the moon, to glitter the culture)

(Big bassoon, on the moon)
(Like the bard's, to glitter the culture)

I would play my big bassoon
(Big bassoon, like the bard's)
I would harvest marble hours
(On the moon, to glitter the culture)