Bats Aren't Birds Lyrics

Another rat trap snaps in perfect unison
Another wide-eyed body on the pile
There's a way to patch the hole they scurry in
I just haven't had time

Gather up your whims and things you wish against
Shoot ‘em straight into the sun
Burn your pleasure centres out on liquorice
Have you never had fun?

A prune's not a poor man's plum
Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren't one
And bats aren't birds

There are eight ways to solve every prob-e-lem
And maybе one or two are good
Therе are five that look much more appealing than
Than the one you should

Do is not the same as done - Pride's just well-tempered ego Luck's not an oft beat drum - And acts aren't words
A prune's not a poor man's plum - Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren't one - And bats aren't birds

Your big toe is just a well hid thumb - And talent = highly beamed obsession
The earth's but a cosmos crumb - Or maybe
I'm just a ploughman's son - Too ill equipped for philosogy
I find that my feelings run - When I've Maxed out words
A prune's not a poor man's plum - Wit's not a clever man's sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren't one...2 3 4
And bats aren't birds

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