The Burning Hell - Birdwatching Lyrics

Tragedy minus glory equals just another story
Like the prisoners that stayed behind in Plato's allegory
Or the poor forgotten second-last passenger pigeon
Anyone can fail but truly losing takes ambition

I'm suspicious of ambitious folks, but I'll race you to the bottom
Where the clocks don't tick or tock and you can smoke em if you got em
Carpe-ing every diem's no achievement, it's exhausting
If you need me I'll be sitting over here, birdwatching

I've read the The Seven Habits of Highly Ineffective People
I know I'm probably the liver, not Prometheus or the eagle
But I'd rather be a giver than a taker or a faker
Everybody's just another paycheque to the undertaker

I have an allergy to strategy and inspirational quotations
My reaction's anaphylactic to vocations or to nations
I'm digging moats and burning flags and bridges just as a precaution
If you need me I'll be sitting on this island, birdwatching

There's a flower in the compost and a beach below the pavement
We'll outlive the rich and famous if we remain aimless and patient
We're neither rising like a phoenix nor are we dying like the dodos
So let's leave the endless questing to the Sams and and to the Frodos

Anthems are anathema, enough with rousing choruses
And achieving is as torturous as tickling slow lorises
The search for more and better gives us worse and fewer options
So let's quit while we're behind, and do some birdwatching

Entrepreneurship is capsizing and it will surely sink
Jump and swim to Garbage Island and just sit and have a drink
While everybody else is busy polishing their coffins
We'll be mixing cosmopolitans, and birdwatching