Harbour of Lame Ducks

Broken cones I hide and hang my eyes

I make my last move in the violent skies

I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand

A plastic bag's no suitcase for my mind

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us

Turning your hearts to mush

I was happy when I scored

Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Take a moment, take two days, take years

Indifference is a virtue 'mongst your peers

So happy, healthy, humble as we speak

The streets are filled with ordinary peeps

But the

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us

Turning your hearts to mush

I was happy when I scored

Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us

Turning your hearts to mush

I was happy when I scored

Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us

Turning your hearts to mush

I was happy when I scored

Straight off the backboard into the bin that day