Every Day Is a Miracle - David Byrne

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

A 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 blonde, 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