Spare-ohs

[Verse 1]

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney

What remains of the small flightless birds

That you failed to protect

But their yolk isn't easy, in fact it's a drag

As they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags

All over the suburbs, across the great lawns

And they're crop dusting gardens all over this town

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Across the great chasms and the schisms

And the sudden aneurysms

Where the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eyes

And your teeth are 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 could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife

[Verse 3]

And the wine made our mouths too loose

Such a reckless choice of words

When you told me I was too abstruse

I just thought it was a kind of bird

I swear, I just stood there not saying a word

Not saying a word, not saying a word