i dream of birds, birds without wings    children who grew up to be dangerous things    i was known as the postman, i worked through the night    i made my deliveries sink out of sight       we would wrap them, wrap them up    anything to shut them up    had to stitch them, stitch them up    see how they fly    see how they fly       we'd hold them in the center 'till we were all done    we'd turn up the music and have some fun    you're on your way out, that's what they were told    and we'd mock them and drug them, 'till our stupor took its hold       we would wrap them, wrap them up    anything to shut them up    had to stitch them, stitch them up    see how they fly    see how they fly       fly out low, some way offshore    the sacking covers up their heads    don't want to look into their eyes    as i push them through the open door