When I first observed upon my perch
My tree was tied up to a hearse
My tether slack I took off flight
And now I go out every night
Is there no one out there willing to listen?
This generation seems to be missing -
Something new for me
Pet hates drove me cuckoo I nearly flew around the bend
I was always spitting feathers at the cagers who pretend
That anthropology is progress but who is watching them?
My perforated notebook with a shotgun for a pen
The pressure that I'm under now is oh so atmospheric!
But if I returned to that rotting branch I now I would regret it
But something's pulling on my wings gravity am I seeing things?
I've given up the Holy Ghost demoted to a watching post
But the funny thing about the youth today is the vast majority
Will go out dancing in a line because they're empty inside
Trying to find a new identity
And when they finally decide who it is they are
By Christ they've got to get ahead
And when the crows pick their bones for an ounce of sense
I'll wheel my barrow shouting;
Bring out yer dead
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