Bird ft. Tommy Ramone Lyrics

Bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes

Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow

Headful 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 piled up like a deadman's chest

Whole lotta nothing waiting for em 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 on a wire with a pocketful of holes

Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow

Headful of melodies nobody knows

How he landed in a poor man's clothes

He's got a headful of melodies nobody knows