Archaeopteryx

Saw him in a book of fossils

dancing with some old Apostles.

I think if I went back in time

he'd be there, alive,

root of all my jealousy.

Grounded in my devastation,

I can't get no aviation.

Up in the sky, his grandchildren fly.

I don't sing, I sigh.

Tell the Archaeopteryx

that I never wanted this

featherhead metropolis.

Liar liar, wings on fire.

When it's fast approaching winter

and I eat my turkey dinner,

tickles of hate, they rattle my cage

and evolve to rage.

This is when I make a choice.

I will build a time contraption.

I will start a chain reaction

Know what I think I'm going to do?

I am going to

Tell the Archaeopteryx

that I never wanted this

featherhead metropolis.

Liar liar, wings on fire.

Now the clock ticks,

and I hope this will fix

all the present bird tricks.

Farewell, Mr. Archaeopteryx

Tell the Archaeopteryx

that I never wanted this

featherhead metropolis.

Liar liar, wings on fire.