The finches and sparrows they nest Watch only what remains of small flowers, birds that you failed to protect
But the yoke isn't easy, in fact it's a drag has it blown to cornfields and mountains of rice
All over the suburbs, across the great lawns And cropped us in gardens all over this town
But nobody cares when it gets in their hair It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air It gets in the food that they buy and prepare But nobody cares when it gets in their hair
Across the great cows and the schisms and the sudden man-aneurysms where the black ink will drip across the crosspiece of your eye
And your teeth are worth more than you can spare Oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair Don't speak about the cycles of life ‘Cause your thoughts are so soft I could cover ‘em with this parka of rhymes
And the wine made our minds too loose Such a reckless choice of words And you tell me that I'm too abstruse I just thought I was a kind of bird I just stood there not saying a word Not saying a word
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