Bird on a Wire

Are you hoping to get out of this mess?

Truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess

You're a bird on a wire

And you're wrestling

Who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh?

Little miss bossy is brimming with breast

You're a bird on a wire

And you're wrestling

No station is final

Popping the pricks and the pins

Are you stopping to smell the good sins?

Are you stopping to lift the good dress?

Geriatric at 20 years old

Break like a matchstick as soon as you're told

You're a bird on a wire

And you're wrestling

No staion is final

Don't do what I do

(You're rotting now)

"Yah whatever," she said