Andrew Bird - Spare-Ohs Lyrics

the finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
what remains are the small flightless birds that you fail to protect
but the yoke isn't easy in fact it's a drag
as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rice
all over the suburbs across the great lawns
and they cropped up in gardens all over this town

but nobody cares when it gets in their hair
it gets in the lawns as it floats through the air
it gets in the food that they buy at the pair
but nobody cares when it gets in their hair

across the great chasms the schisms and the sudden aneurisms
where the black and gold drip across the precipice of your eyes
and your teeth are with more than you can spare
oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair
don't speak about the suckers of life
because your thoughts are so soft i could
cut them with a spork or a bright knife

and the wine made our minds too loose
to reckless choice of words
when you tell me that i'm too obtuse
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


[Thanks to beafef for these lyrics]