Flightless Bird, American Mouth lyrics
I was a quick, wet boy
Diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my long, baby hair And stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere Have I found you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping Or lost you, American mouth Big bill looming Now I'm a fat house cat Nursing my sore, blunt tongue Watching the warm, poisoned rats Curl through the white fence cracks Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures Thrown in the cold and clean Blood of Christ mountain stream Have I found you Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding Or lost you, American mouth Big bill still going down
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