Gather the Feathers

Blood thirsty dogs,
Soft and lolling,
with the chicken wire broken...
all of their instincts satisfied.
You were under water,
by the time you were walking...
you were upon the water choking
Oh, the chlorine bit your eyes.
(Chorus)
Gather all of the feathers in buckets
the dawn was cold, it was dark.
Rouse the dogs with a kick to the gut
and you bury the bones in the bone yard.
Stop and wonder what time of the day is,
you guess around 5 o'clock.
Mend the fence, or what is left of it,
and down in the distance the sound of the bar.
You cannot blame them
the mangy curs,
look what they've done,
look what they've done.
You cannot blame them
the mangy curs,
look what they've done.
Well how could you,
in my home,
in this yard,
to leave me bones.
Well how could you,
in my home,
in my home,
not in my home.
(Chorus)
Gather all of the feathers in buckets
the dawn was cold, it was dark.
Rouse the dogs with a kick to the gut
and you bury the bones in the bone yard.
Stop and wonder what time of the day is,
you guess around 5 o'clock.
Mend the fence, or what is left of it,
and down in the distance the sound of the bar.