The Birthday Party - CAPERS lyrics

rate me

what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names

wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames

in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!

the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types

so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles

so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain

get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one

just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?

capers... capers...

oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows

erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows

account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!

idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's...all legs and armour

I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart

oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family