Songtext von Talking Heads

I call this one the disappearing tongue Some nights it's off, some nights it’s on When it goes with a twist, it comes off Put it in a vase and pass it on Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Sitting vacant on plough lane Sitting vacant Sitting lame Sitting on plough lane Sitting vacant Sitting lame Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Yeah, sure, I'll leave the house But first let me lose a few more pounds If only I could be 3 stone 20 pounds, oh Are 10 kilograms enough? PVC drips across the street And everybody clamours upon their knees But I have no interest, I am indifferent I do not care, I have no interest Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane Pull out feathers, tear off cellophane