Every Day Is A Miracle Lyrics - David Byrne

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape 

Perfect for whom, I wonder 

The chicken thinks in mysterious ways 

But beauty is not what we're after 

Now the chicken imagines a heaven 

Full of roosters and plenty of corn 

And God is a very old rooster 

And eggs are like Jesus, his son 

Every day is miracle 

Every day is an unpaid bill 

You've got to sing for your supper 

Love one another 

Cockroach might eat Mona Lisa 

The pope don't mean shit to a dog 

And elephants don't read newspapers 

And the kiss of a chicken is hot 

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The brain of a chicken 

And the dick of a donkey 

A pig in a blanket 

And that's why you want me 

What does it feel like 

To be your tongue 

Moving around in your mouth 

To be free in the forest of your love 

A cockroach in the cosmos of your house 

Every day is miracle 

Every day is an unpaid bill 

You've got to sing for your supper 

Love one another 

I'm a blond, a brunette and a redhead 

I thought up the birds and the bees 

My software is famous all over 

My money is crawling on trees 

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The mind is a soft boiled potato 

A jewel in a chocolate shell 

I staple my love to your heart, dear 

With memories and beautiful smells 

Every day is miracle 

Every day is an unpaid bill 

You've got to sing for your supper 

Love one another 

Every day is miracle 

Every day is an unpaid bill 

You've got to sing for your supper 

Love one another