Free as a bird
Playing xylophone on broken ribs
Affixed to the herd
Worrying
Free as a bird
Drinking Styrofoam through broken lips
My vision is blurred
I think the Styrofoam has taken a lung out
Under-rehearsed
Spraying chromium on fractured sticks
Transfixed on the words
Worrying
Free as a bird
Playing xylophone on broken ribs
My vision is blurred
I think a baton twirl has taken my eye out
We’re moving closer to a nuclear buyout
‘Fear’ is the word
Spilling out of the Spin Doctor’s lips
‘Fear’ is the word
And ‘worrying’
It’s all that is heard
Crowds have gathered with their hands-on their hips
It’s all that is heard
I think a second home will straighten this all out
We’re moving closer to a nuclear buyout
Or so I’m told, so you’re told
We’re moving closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a, to a, to a
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
Heading closer to a nuclear buyout
