The Burning Hell - Bird Queen of Garbage Island

I dream in oily fluorescent swirls, I speak in plastic
My wardrobe is nylon and PVC, my band is elastic
It's hard to find decent drumsticks but we've got bird bones and bits of buckets
And my drummer can hit she can really raise a ruckus
What's this crystalline crunching beneath my feet?
It's just hundreds of fragile skulls of penguins and parakeets
Some died miles away and flotsamed here some expired through violence
And when I say violence I mean I am the Bird Queen of Garbage Island

What's up with the duck with the plastic quack?
35 North 135 West
Who's the little girl with the map on her back?
42 North 155 West
Ask the macaque, ask the leatherback:
Polyethylene feathers and a high-vis vest
I am the Bird Queen of Garbage Island

Gannets and gulls, petrels, puffins and pelicans,
Make me a temple of nets and fish skeletons
Next take the buoys, bottles, dongles and ping pong balls
Build a wall all along the horizon and ten times as tall
I lost an eye to an albatross with mischief in his heart
But I replaced it with this ball-bearing painted to look the part
I'm a leader with a singular vision, or if you prefer, a cyclops tyrant
All hail the Bird Queen of Garbage Island

What's up with the duck with the plastic quack?
35 North 135 West
Who's the little girl with the map on her back?
42 North 155 West
Ask the macaque, ask the leatherback:
Polyethylene feathers and a high-vis vest
I am the Bird Queen of Garbage Island

Written by:
Mathias Kom

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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