A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left - Andrew Bird

Over-prescribed, under the mister

We had survived to turn on the History Channel

And ask our esteemed panel, «Why are we alive?»

And here’s how they replied

You’re what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts, you really should’ve died

(whistling)

Stretched out on a Tarmac

6 miles south of North Platte

He can’t stand to look back

16 tons of hazmat

It’s what goes undelivered

Undelivered oohhoohh

Bom bom bom bom bom

It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the what

The head to the left

So exercise yourselves to your bereft

'Cause it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the

Of the, to the…

(Whistling)

Splayed out on the bath-mat

6 miles north of South Platte

He just wants his life back

What’s in that paper napsack

It’s what goes undelivered

Undelivered oohhoohh

Bom bom bom bom bom

It’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

A nervous tic motion

Of the head…

(Whistling)

…Head to the left

It’s a nervous tic motion of the, of the

to the left

It’s a nervous tic motion of the head

to the, of the, of the head,

Of the head to the…

Over-imbibed, under the mister

Barely alive, we cover the blisters in flannel

Though the words we speak are banal

Now one of them’s a lie

Now one of them’s a lie

You’re what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts, you really should’ve died