Music Video

Dead Finks Don't Talk (2004 Digital Remaster)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Eno
Brian Eno
Synthesizer
Busta Cherry Jones
Busta Cherry Jones
Bass Guitar
Paul Thompson
Paul Thompson
Percussion
Nick Judd
Nick Judd
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Eno
Brian Eno
Composer
Paul Thompson
Paul Thompson
Composer
Michael Jones
Michael Jones
Composer
Busta Cherry Jones
Busta Cherry Jones
Arranger
Nick Judd
Nick Judd
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Eno
Brian Eno
Producer
Paul Hardiman
Paul Hardiman
Mixing Engineer
Denny Bridges
Denny Bridges
Mixing Engineer
Phil Chapman
Phil Chapman
Mixing Engineer
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Derek Chandler
Derek Chandler
Recording Engineer
Arun Chakraverty
Arun Chakraverty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, cheeky cheeky
Oh, naughty sneaky
You're so perceptive
And I wonder how you knew
[Verse 2]
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection
[Verse 3]
Oh, you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there
[Verse 4]
And these finks don't dress too well
(Oh no)
No discrimination
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
To be a zombie all the time
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
Requires such dedication
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
[Verse 5]
Oh, please sir, will you let it go by?
'Cause I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place, the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My, my, they wanted the works
Can you this and that?
I never got a letter back
[Verse 6]
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
More for me, bless my soul
[Verse 7]
(Oh perfect masters)
(They thrive on disasters)
(They all look so harmless)
(Till they find their way up here)
[Verse 8]
But dead finks don't talk too well
(Oh no, oh no, oh no)
They've got a shaky sense of diction
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
It's not so much a living hell
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
It's just a dying fiction
(Oh no, oh no)
Written by: Brian Eno, Michael Jones, Paul Thompson
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