Pink Flamingos

Dan and I like Las Vegas
Never seen the sea
Where the river
Where the river bed runs dry
She closes his eyes, puts her ear to his shirt
And listens to the whole wide Earth
Lila’s ready
She look in the mirror
The wind has stopped
He can’t hear her
She stops in a bar
Apparently, she’s unhurt
And with a little bit of change
Ooh, feels good!
She washes her wings in the dirt
The bar is filled with angels
’Cause the world is turned upside down
All of you’ve been walking on your heads
Since the day your feet touched the ground
Any day, any day, we’ll go home
Any day, any day, we’ll go home
Home
Well, he knocks on the door
Someone show him how
And I seen them before
I know him somehow
Why does he stick to my fingers?
Why does this look like his soul?
They could just make him a heaven or hell
Why don’t they?
I don’t know
What do they want with these angels?
Why don’t they take them to Reno?
Nobody ever comes for them
They’re all inside of the casinos
Look at them poking like flightless birds
Falling from paper plates
Oh, home, heavenly earthbound
But the spirit cannot wait
To fly like the pink flamingo
To fly like the pink flamingo
Fly, pink flamingo
Fly, pink flamingo
Fly, pink flamingo
Fly like the pink flamingo
Fly, fly, pink, pink, pink
Fly
Pink flamingos