Ever since I cracked my egg Ever since I was a squab People been jacking nickels Jacking nickels from couch cushions That's why my fluff - That's why my feathers tousled
See my eyes?
They wasn't born like this No they was born gray Like my brothers' But the smoke!, the smoke Turned 'em orange
People been littering in my house Sunflower seed scabs fall off Their plastic fingers. French fries Hot dog buns, granola crumbs: That's my breakfast That's my breakfast!
But this, this is my house That spot you're sitting in right now? I've shat in that spot five times Five times that spot was my bathroom Before you sat there
It's still gonna be my bathroom after
You ever seen a pigeon ass up close? Jackson Pollock ain't got shit on my ass I dropped a mural in the foyer I call it my Fowl Welcome Mat
Speaking of ass You ever seen a pigeon man Sweet talk a lady? Our whole necks swell up Like a sparkly indigo scrotum Balloon, and they run Away
That's how we know they like it
We watch their scaly pink legs scuttle past Bouncing like bubble gum Red noodles the color of flamingo sex So we say
"Nice legs!"
It's a compliment But pigeon ladies wouldn't know A bouquet from a dandelion A mirror from a clean glass window If it hit 'em in the nose
You know how ladies are: Finicky feathers, walking around Beaks in the air all offended Like they ain't strut past My burnt cantaloupe eyes on purpose
Speaking of strutting Somebody put a boot in my spleen
Yesterday somebody put their boot In my spleen, like I was a soda can Or a rock, or piece of shit
But this is my house Know what I'm saying? I live here. This is my- I'm not a football I live here, people should see me
See my eyes?
They wasn't born like this My eyes were the color of clean cement Before people with their smoke In my house turned my eyes to this Tangerine mush so when I say "Hello!" Ladies roll their eyes away like silver Marbles like I'm contagious or-or Invisible so I say
"Hey! You! Sweety pie! You look good! Nice legs! Fine, sexy legs! Nice thighs! I see you!"
And they run away So I chase. I say "Hey, wait I ain't mean that In a bad way, baby Come on
Look at my apricot cellulite eyes My dirty couch chest, look, look At my city shit feathers, look How shiny nickel ball blue I make my neck swell up just for you Baby
Just for you"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
