Seven Deadly Finns Lyrics - Brian Eno

Oh oh the french girls with the string of pearls 

Think it's such a fucking shame 

That the local boys with their country joys 

Never make them daisy chains 

They're swapping disappointing incidents 

While at the docks another ship pulls in 

And suddenly the door breaks down (ooh la la) 

It's the seven deadly finns 

Oh oh oh soldiers and sailors 

Have all been here before 

Gigolos and governments 

Have stumbled through that door 

Because they need all those french girls with all their kiss curls 

And powder in their guns 

And the seven finns with their deadly grins 

Tend to measure beauty in tuns. 

The first is a freak with a masochistic streak 

And the second is a kitten up a tree 

The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt 

And the fourth is pretending to be me 

The fifth wears a mac and never turns his back 

The sixth never shows his eyes 

But the seventh deadly finn is so tall and slim 

He should of never been with those guys. 

Although variety's the spice of life 

A steady rhythm is the source 

Simplicity's the crucial thing 

Systemically of course (work it all out like Norbert Wiener) 

So if those french girls say to you 

Would you like your ashes piped? 

You'll have to take their word for it 

It's the only thing to take