Flightless Bird, American Mouth - karaoke text
I was a guick, wet boy diving to deep for coins.All of your street light eyeswide on my plastics toysThen when the cops closedthe fair, I cut my long baby hair.Stole me a dog-eared mapand called for youeverywhereHave I found youFlightless bird, jealous, weepingor lost you, american mouthBig pill loomingNow I´m a fat house cat,Nursing my sore, blunt tongue. Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks.Pissing on the magazine photos.Those fishing lures trown in the cold.And clean blood of Christ mountain stream.Have I found you? Flightless bird, grounded, bleedingor lost you, american mouth.Big pill stuck going down
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