They come in under the radar, following tall orders
To the roof on wires from wicked wire birds
They’re examining my file in a hallowed house of cards
In distant governmental huddles
And I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
They come in under the radar, higher than rare birds
Desperate men with sons and lovers
But I have adequate provisions, I’ve been ironing my flag
Someday soon I’ll burst their bubble
And I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
You’ll find me tiptoe, standing on a balance beam
13 odd stories, hovering, high and stuck in trouble
With arms akimbo you dare me to jump
Well I dare you to climb up
And their weak minds bend like sorry spoons…
And I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
I’ve seen them shine their weapons, but I refuse to change
Chorus
I could be a lost cause
I could be a lost cause
Copyright (C) 2009 Jon Ericson
January 1st, 2009 → 10:54 am @ Jon
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