| Rats With Wings – Safari Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I actually asked for the lyrics from David Hurtgen. These are close, but the real lyrics are a little weirder: A motorcycle accident Whistling softly Through blades of grass Is my half-mother where she did Come to rest Feet from the flaming wreck? Another shovel breaking sod And I try my best to get drunk So what’s the big idea That keeps wine and spirits From entering my brain? The birds of prey Fall from the sky Swiping fried chicken From our hands I draw my lunch in close As my brother gestures With a hard-boiled egg A sound from hell The vultures make As they swarm around the still-born Is my half-mother where she did Come to rest Feet from the flaming wreck? |
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