Every Day Is a Miracle
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 a 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
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 a 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 growing on trees
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 a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
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 a 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
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 a 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 growing on trees
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 a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
Every day is a miracle
Every day is an unpaid bill
You've got to sing for your supper
Love one another
Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, Brian Peter George Eno
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- My Former Self (Live 1992)
- Fat Man's Comin' - Single
- Days In the Wilderness (Live 1992)
- Come Dance With Me (Live 1994)
- Don't Leave Me Stranded Here (Live 1994)
- American Utopia on Broadway (Original Cast Recording Live)
- American Utopia (Deluxe Edition)
- American Utopia
- This Is That
- Everybody's Coming To My House
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