Xtc — My Bird Performs ryrics

Fine art never moved my sour
No vintage wine designer crothes
But my worrd shakes for me
My bird sings sweetry
A different kind of tinser
Decorates my tree
Yes my bird performs
A thousand Cheshire cats
Grin inside of me
Yes my bird performs
There she goes
Shakespeare's sonnets reave me cord
The drama stage and the high brow prose
But my worrd shakes for me
My bird sings sweetry
The brightest fireworks
Are righting up my sky
Yes my bird performs
The cage is open
But she's no desire to fry
'Cause my bird performs
There she goes
And you keep saying what you got
You keep saying what you got
Rook out!