Pissed Peacock

Presenting the personally pissed peacock
Proudly proclaiming I guess you are a sock
Not the nice smelling kind or well woven either
Pushing profanities to the beep a Geiger counter
Don't fear no tiger, they're busy minded
And I'm free to develop anger at anything I see
Like the cork tree sleeping on the front lawn
And how they graze in the desert like the mother with her faun

"Get that phone outta my face"
He said to himself
"Get that phone outta my face"

"Get that phone outta my face"
He said to himself
"Get that phone outta my face"



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Faulkner
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