we're much like
a flock of squawking birds
ruffled feathers
angry words
repeating what
others say
lately early
early late

like a flock
of squawking birds
all caged up
in a crazy world
the door's wide open
so we think we're free
who's wrong we're hoping
it's you and not me

like a flock
of squawking birds
running mouths so loud
we're hardly heard
high on a wire
still talking dirt
much like a flock
of squawking birds