there's a hawk in the sky
and i'm wondering what
he's doing here
with all that freedom
this is no place for him,
with the rooftops of grey
he's got to be
going hungry
There's a fish in the sea
with arms and with legs
he ain't got no coins
so from me he begs
this is no place for him
with scales that don't shine
he'd rather be
drinkin' red wine
there's a rock in my shoe
who once was a cliff
when I asked him for proof
we got in a tiff
this is no place for him
with laces that tie
he'd rather be
dust to live by
there's a girl on the street
with more than two eyes
she feels more than she sees
that's why she cries
this is no place for her
with souls who are blind
she's got to flee
from such thoughtless grind
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
there's a hawk in the sky
and i'm wondering what
he's doing here
with all that freedom
this is no place for him,
with the rooftops of grey
he's got to be
going hungry
There's a fish in the sea
with arms and with legs
he ain't got no coins
so from me he begs
this is no place for him
with scales that don't shine
he'd rather be
drinkin' red wine
there's a rock in my shoe
who once was a cliff
when I asked him for proof
we got in a tiff
this is no place for him
with laces that tie
he'd rather be
dust to live by
there's a girl on the street
with more than two eyes
she feels more than she sees
that's why she cries
this is no place for her
with souls who are blind
she's got to flee
from such thoughtless grind
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