The finches and sparrows build
nests in my chimney
With remains
of the small flightless birds
that you failed to protect
But the yolk isn't easy
in fact it's a drag
As they're blowin'
through cornfields
and mountains of rags
All over the suburbs
across the great lawns
And they're cropdusting 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 chasms
and schisms
And the sudden aneurysms
Where the black ink will drip
across the cuspis of your eyes
And your teeth they're 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 can cut 'em with a spork
or a bride's knife
And the wine made our mouths
too loose
Such a reckless choice of words
When you told me
that I'm too abstruse
I just thought
it was a kind of bird
I swear I just stood there
Not saying a word