Rock Soup

The geese don't play around
Bite you when you're angry
I'm not even angry

Mulch tongue hanging on your arm
A feather painting on your palm
And you know what you're missing
From settling in

There's a strange look in the corner
Probably wants something to do
There's a bird in that corner
With a cracked tooth

Heads up, tense eye
10 to go
Hope you found it
When it was grounded

Alaska's asking "what's your point of view?"
And I can tell she's feeling good
Rusk is tripping over words
And I can tell she's feeling good

Take it with a grain of salt
Pinching your legs off
Penthouse the bird's way
That's where the grain stays

I think I love you
I think I love you
Drinking your rock soup
Drinkin ya red



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Grebenchenko
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