Spare-Ohs

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney

With remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect

But the yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag

As they're blowin' through cornfields and mountains of rags

All over the suburbs across the great lawns

And they're cropdusting 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 chasms and schisms

And the sudden aneurysms

Where the black ink will drip across the cuspis of your eyes

And your teeth, they're 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 can cut 'em with a spork, or a bride's knife

And the wine made our mouths too loose

Such a reckless choice of words

When you told me that I'm too abstruse

I just thought it was a kind of bird

I swear, I just stood there

Not saying a word