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bird queen of garbage island - the burning hell lyrics

[verse 1]
i dream in oily fluorescent swirls, i speak in plastic
my wardrobe is nylon and pvc, my band is elastic
it’s hard to find decent drumsticks
but we’ve got bird bones and bits of buckets
and my drummer can hit, she can really raise a ruckus
what’s this crystalline crunching beneath my feet?
it’s just hundreds of fragile skulls of penguins and parakeets
some died miles away and flotsamed here
some expired through violence, and when i say violence
i mean i am the bird queen of garbage island

[chorus]
what’s up with the duck with the plastic quack?
(35 north, 135 west)
who’s the little girl with the map on her back?
(42 north, 155 west)
ask the macaque, ask the leatherback
(polyethylene feathers and a high*vis vest)
i am the bird queen of garbage island
[verse 2]
gannets and gulls, petrels, puffins and pelicans
make me a temple of nets and fish skeletons
next take the buoys, bottles, dongles and ping pong b*lls
build a wall all along the horizon and ten times as tall

[instrumental interlude]

[verse 3]
i lost an eye to an albatross with mischief in his heart
but i replaced it with this ball*bearing painted to look the part
i’m a leader with a singular vision or if you prefer, a cyclops tyrant
all hail the bird queen of garbage island

[outro]
what’s up with the duck with the plastic quack?
(35 north, 135 west)
who’s the little girl with the map on her back?
(42 north, 155 west)
ask the macaque, ask the leatherback
(polyethylene feathers and a high*vis vest)
i am the bird queen of garbage island

- the burning hell lyrics

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