Brussels - Ourmoney

Lets sing this song for Linda, Mustapha, Jean-Pierre, Fatima, Michel and Paul The brain of God, les flamands Et les wallons You and me and Mr Nobody Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels The city s open as an old whore Where it's expensive to be poor Petit pays avec un grand esprit Where they speak no language at all Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Brussels, sel, Elle est belle, elle She's a lady A dirty beauty Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Lunion fait la force Aprs nous les mouches Loignon fait la force Vive les moules Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels Dancing in the streets of Belgium Brussels, where they eat sprouts And raw mussels

Brother there's a little sale on, uh, vests at, uh, Walmart? Nine dollar Oh yeah? Eight something, yeah... Nice little vest, light. Click... Click... Click... I need sugar I need a little watersugar I get thoughts about you And the night it wants me like a little lost child Locked in a safe place Lookin out the window The dark move fast past the window The dark on the other side of the locked door Click... Click... Click... My thumb's on a tetris keyring Moving in brilliant timing You pick up the phone And i'm imagining Click... Click... Click... Click... Tiny wires in her ears Slide into the city Tiny wires in her ears Slide into the city Click... Click... Click... Click... Click... Click... Expected early in the mornin' Expected early in the mornin' Rising in the morning stopped to you Beneath the feet of the city Click You disconnect from me Click When you're gone you take your century Telephone breath between us There are no borders between us Only these wires Dust between the wires And the green grass In the distance I am your tourist Expected early in the mornin' Expected early in the mornin' Moving in brilliant timing... I search for this spot then find you fellas hangin around at the same Stump... and you're right there with 'em Well, i've never fished here, but i caught beaucoup fish in reverend Burton. I never did catch fish here Bbeaucoup fish in reverend burton (Sugar, I need sugar) (Sugar, I need sugar) (Sugar, I need sugar) (Sugar, I need sugar)... (Click...) (Click...) (Click...) (Click...) Expected early in the mornin' You disconnect from me...

Your rails. You're thin. Your thin paper wings. Your thin paper wings. In the wind. Dangling. Your sun. Fly high. Your window shattering. Your rails. You're thin. Your thin paper wings. Sugar box. Sugar boy. Riding in. Sugar box. Sugar boy. Handheld candle. Sugar boy. Your rails. You're thin. Your thin paper wings. Your thin paper wings. In the wind. Dangling. Your sun. Fly high. Your window shattered in the wind. Your coca cola sign rattling. Resonator. Homeless trees. Gathering. Outside your window bootleg babies call to you and lie among the mosquitoes. That summers fever coming. Cats are gathering outside your window. Homeless trees. Bootleg babies calling to you. Lie among. Lie among the mosquitoes. Your rails. Youre thin. Your thin paper wings. Get up in your sun. Fly high. Dangling. Dangling. Your window shattered in the wind. The sun on your coca cola sign. Your rails. Your thin paper wings. Paper wings. Resonator. There is a sound on the other side of this wall. A bird is singing on the other side of this glass. Footsteps. Concealed. Silence is preserving a voice. Walking in the wind at the waters edge comes close to covering my rubber feet. Listening to the barbed wire hanging. There is a sound on the other side of this wall. A bird is singing on the other side of this glass. Footsteps. Concealed. Silence is preserving a voice. Silver chain. Thrown away. Broken wing