Spare-Ohs

The finches and sparrows they nest
Watch only what remains of small flowers
birds that you failed to protect
But the joke isn't easy, in fact it's a drag
has it blown to cornfields
and mountains of rice
All over the suburbs, across the great lawns
And cropped us in gardens all over this town

But nobody cares when it gets in their hair
It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air
It gets in the food that they buy and prepare
But nobody cares when it gets in their hair

Across the great cows and the schisms
and the sudden man-aneurysms where the black ink will drip
across the crosspiece of your eye
And your teeth are worth more than you can spare
Oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair
Don't speak about the cycles of life
?Cause your thoughts are so soft
I could cover ?em with this parka of rhymes

And the wine made our minds too loose
Such a reckless choice of words
And you tell me that I'm too abstruse
I just thought I was a kind of bird
I just stood there not saying a word
Not saying a word