Pigeons

Pigeons cleaning out the square
Shitting everywhere
Chirping and singing
Nobody listening
Missing out
Sitting in that spider hole
Pigeon hole, rabbit hole
With whole lotta steak knives
Fine addition to my collection, hold the line
Hold up
Can a bird even hold a knife?
I don't know
But I trust them with my life

Where's my fucking prescription
Recollection addiction
From the forbidden section
Well it don't add up
Gotta be fiction
Tell me
When did that pigeon
Make that decision?
When did a cheap Gibson become a contradiction
Wrong predictions
Storm raging
Birds always racing
It's a competition
It's a competition

What you bitches need
What a pigeon gotta do to please
I'm a Stitch on a leash
With a Lilo on lease
I do need release
Too scared to release
Stressing out about being at peace
With pigeons not being a masterpiece
Just a set piece for my disease
Fuck your compassion
Fuck your medal
This bird is going feral
Talon down on the pedal
No stops in my 147
What's in the box
Turn it up to eleven
You'll never catch me I fly low
Don't latch unto me I'm to slow
Sitting in this alone breathing smoke
Bird has flown
Homing device broke
One bird two stones
When will I get home

A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
A pigeon shat on my head
I'm way in over my head



Credits
Writer(s): Simone Perna
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