Bird

Bird on a wire with a pocket full of holes
broken down fiddle and a two-haired bow
head full of melodies nobody knows
how he landed in a poor man's clothes

There's a bird on his right got a baby on her breast
bills like bones in a dead man's chest
whole lotta nothing waiting for them out West
why they never bothered ever leaving this nest

Dog on a chain wearing circles in the lawn
barking at the moon and howling at the dawn
growling in the mirror with the curtains drawn
one day he was nearly gone

Pig's in the mud and there's another in the pan
fill my stomach in a twenty minute span
spill my blood for an acre of land
never growing nothing but a bucket of sand

And a bird, pocket full of holes
and a two-haired bow
head full of melodies nobody knows
he's got a head full of melodies nobody knows


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