Lyrebird
Troubled the world over
Trouble found my child's mind
Each morning the sea wakes up coughing
Coughs up the bottles and bags left behind
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
The Inupiaq watching the ice melt
Bring back no caribou
What little they get from the hunt
They share out 'cause that's what they're brought up to do
The TV is on
Mom's beside herself
The TV is on
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw and camera shutters
How, as he's mocking the poacher, do hear a protector?
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
The Homosassa River sea cow
With a dirty word etched in his back
Has no choice but to eat the red tide bloom
And the capital's under attack
Eve stands at the polling station
Clutching her grandmother's cross
She pictures her family and friends
Picks up the pen and she fills in the box
The TV is on
Mom's beside herself
The TV is on
She gave him her whole life
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw
Troubled the world over
Trouble found my child's mind
This morning the flags flying at half staff
And the rain doesn't show up on time
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
She gave him her whole life
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw
Trouble found my child's mind
Each morning the sea wakes up coughing
Coughs up the bottles and bags left behind
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
The Inupiaq watching the ice melt
Bring back no caribou
What little they get from the hunt
They share out 'cause that's what they're brought up to do
The TV is on
Mom's beside herself
The TV is on
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw and camera shutters
How, as he's mocking the poacher, do hear a protector?
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
The Homosassa River sea cow
With a dirty word etched in his back
Has no choice but to eat the red tide bloom
And the capital's under attack
Eve stands at the polling station
Clutching her grandmother's cross
She pictures her family and friends
Picks up the pen and she fills in the box
The TV is on
Mom's beside herself
The TV is on
She gave him her whole life
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw
Troubled the world over
Trouble found my child's mind
This morning the flags flying at half staff
And the rain doesn't show up on time
David's gone
Mom's beside herself
David's gone
She gave him her whole life
The lyrebird mimics the chainsaw
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Writer(s): Jesca Hoop
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