D.O.A.
I've delivered mail
I've saved lives and allies
Faster than a telegraph
I choose a mate and remain with whom I've chosen
And when I mate, I warm the brood
Can as much be said of you?
Thrust and hold, protection from the cold
But if you're lost at sea, this bird don't work for the bourgeoisie
Honey no, baby please, goggle eyes its all that you see
The ending is no surprise
Too run down to think, too beat down to drink
DOA's look for some dirty kink
Another pneumonic drill to ponder whether you are prey or are you kill
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
I use the sun and scent
I tell you where to run next
And those rats, well they're my friends
Detect storms in distant skies
Smell the ash that plotting your demise
But if you're lost at sea, this bird don't work for the bourgeoisie
Honey no, baby please, goggle eyes it's all that you see
The ending is no surprise
Too run down to think, too beat down to drink
DOA's look for some dirty kink
Another pneumonic drill to ponder whether you are prey or are you kill
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
I've saved lives and allies
Faster than a telegraph
I choose a mate and remain with whom I've chosen
And when I mate, I warm the brood
Can as much be said of you?
Thrust and hold, protection from the cold
But if you're lost at sea, this bird don't work for the bourgeoisie
Honey no, baby please, goggle eyes its all that you see
The ending is no surprise
Too run down to think, too beat down to drink
DOA's look for some dirty kink
Another pneumonic drill to ponder whether you are prey or are you kill
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
I use the sun and scent
I tell you where to run next
And those rats, well they're my friends
Detect storms in distant skies
Smell the ash that plotting your demise
But if you're lost at sea, this bird don't work for the bourgeoisie
Honey no, baby please, goggle eyes it's all that you see
The ending is no surprise
Too run down to think, too beat down to drink
DOA's look for some dirty kink
Another pneumonic drill to ponder whether you are prey or are you kill
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
Warrant me here, warrant me free, warrant me a pigeon please
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Writer(s): Alexander Edward Bortnichak
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