| Song | A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left |
| Artist | Andrew Bird |
| Album | Live at Austin City Limits Music Festival 2007: Andrew Bird |
| 作曲 : ANDREW BIRD | |
| 作词 : ANDREW BIRD | |
| Over prescribed under the mister | |
| We had survived to turn on the history channel | |
| And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive | |
| And here's how they replied | |
| You're what happens when two substances collide | |
| And by all accounts you really should've died stretched out on the tarmac | |
| Six miles south of | |
| North Platte he can't stand to look back | |
| At sixteen tons of | |
| Hazmat and it's what goes undelivered undelivered | |
| And it's a nervous tic motion of the head | |
| To the leftist's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
| Exorcise your cells till you're bereft' | |
| Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
| Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of | |
| South Platte | |
| And he just wants his life back what's in that paper knapsack | |
| It's what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister | |
| Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak | |
| Are banal not one of them's a lie not one of them's a lie | |
| You're what happens when two substances collide | |
| And by all accounts you really should've died |
| zuò qǔ : ANDREW BIRD | |
| zuò cí : ANDREW BIRD | |
| Over prescribed under the mister | |
| We had survived to turn on the history channel | |
| And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive | |
| And here' s how they replied | |
| You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
| And by all accounts you really should' ve died stretched out on the tarmac | |
| Six miles south of | |
| North Platte he can' t stand to look back | |
| At sixteen tons of | |
| Hazmat and it' s what goes undelivered undelivered | |
| And it' s a nervous tic motion of the head | |
| To the leftist' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
| Exorcise your cells till you' re bereft' | |
| Cause it' s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left | |
| Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of | |
| South Platte | |
| And he just wants his life back what' s in that paper knapsack | |
| It' s what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister | |
| Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak | |
| Are banal not one of them' s a lie not one of them' s a lie | |
| You' re what happens when two substances collide | |
| And by all accounts you really should' ve died |