Spare-Ohs

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
 With what 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 crop dusting 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
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 Across the great chasms and schisms
 And the sudden aneurysms
 Where the black ink will drip across the crespice 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 could 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
 Not saying a word
 Not saying a word