Cemetery Pigeons

Cemetery pigeons, checking out the graves
Cemetery pigeons, leaving little footprints on the dirt
Beside the paved walkway
Cemetery pigeons, are you from abroad?
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you've lost?

I don't wanna be here
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna take up any more space
I don't wanna just bitch and moan

Cemetery pigeons, house pets of the dead
Where do you go when the lake is frozen
And you've got no stupid red hat for your little grey head?

Cemetery pigeons, phantom skunks, whoa
Howls and wails and necropolis snails
And the young postmodern punks exhale cigarette smoke
A cold blueberry cloud
During a weird brief stint, I smoked that shit
On the delivery route out of town
It felt so unimportant, but I really fucking tried
"I could do so much better if I knew how to do it", I cried
While the anarchists danced and got high
They sang "fuck the city"

And I'm always caught in between
One more smokey apartment and the liberal American Dream
Oh, cemetery pigeons, my head is fucked
If I had wings like you, I'd probably walk around with them tucked

Cemetery pigeons, I met God
She was the red couch I tripped on
Right through the wall and out and into the lawn
With the metaheuristics, the syntactic soul of the ants
No more need for cars and trucks and unfortunate fucks
Stuck going the same way in traffic

Party crashers crash my party
I'm ready for a little bit of mystery
Spit saliva in my coffee, we'll write history
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my liquor mouth
The dirty Covid Martini is a popular drink
And we're never ever gonna run out

Party crashers crash my party, put me on the radio
Ants and friends and chain link fences
I'm all ready to go
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my guilty mouth
The mad dog Martini is a popular drink
From the north all the way to the south
No matter what time you're out