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