ROOFBIRDS


Roofbirds could fly us away, instead they roost
They demean the destitution that they produced
They're grooming their grubby feathers so handsome
We're trapped behind bars in their national ransom
Roofbirds you roll us like dice in your game
The whole world is burning but you side with the flames
We all yearn to soar to the peaks in this town
But we decay in the drought of your trickle down
We'll rise above your prickly fence
Our gift to make your present tense
Re-dictionary the world to make sense
Roofbirds presume to be wholly devout
Their orders come straight from the puppet's mouth
No true deity penetrates your radar
Your hijacked horizon will blind you with stars
We'll rise above your prickly fence
Our gift to make your present tense
Re-dictionary the world to make sense
You scratchy uncles better flee
This blue wave from the rising sea
Wash out your stains so everyone can be free

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