Pigeons are such reprehensible things Some critics, I'm told, call them rodents with wings They terrorize folks with their constant dive-bombing
Wake up, come down The grass hasn't grown too high Well, ease your body down If you want to you can unhook your safety line Well, ease your body down
From the Album: * Golden Earring What's going on, what are we livin' for When blood sticks to all peaople's door What's going on, what are we livin'
Kicking pigeons in the park we had to stop coz it got dark I went home got a guinea pig that I had stored in my mates fridge grabbed the thing around
Son, what have you done? You're caught by the river You're coming undone Life, you know it can't be so easy But you can't just leave it 'Cause you're
I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives. here's a song all about
Out of here, we're out of here Out of heartache along with fear There goes the fear again There goes the fear And cars speed fast, out of here And life
When I was eight I had a friend With a pirate smile Make believe and play pretend We were innocent and wild Hopped a fence and slammed the gate Runnin
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the
I can't stand by and see you destroyed I can't be here and watch you burn up Lie for the moment and lie as a decoy Does it matter if I give in easy? So
Miles out to sea, swimming back to shore Just you and me Miles out in a darker sea, coming back again Covering me Blood shivers down Cover my heart and
It was a day like this and my house burnt down And the walls were thin and they crashed to the ground It was a day like this and my life unwound You
Every day it comes to this Catch the things you might have missed You say, get back to yesterday I ain't ever going back Back to the place that I can'
Friday's dust Turned into a Saturday's It wasn't meant to be this way It wasn't meant to end so late Friday's trust A deal not brokered honestly Perhaps
[Instrumental]
This is a call a call to all It goes out to those who've been there And I should know because I've been Maybe once a week on Mondays You should have
I'm trying to make some sense of the days Now that they're all good Every little thing that they'd say Well, you know they could She lies to console
Was thinking about what you said Was thinking about shame The funny thing how you said And it's better not to stay Sure enough if you feel nothin' You
