Putting Down

Held a bird's egg between her breasts

There's reasons for the road I guess

To document the indigenous

To paint and sketch, paint and sketch

I'm starting to fail to be impressed

United state of ricochet

From the boardwalk to the appian way

The diamond files, the corporate raves

You'd practically kill not to be afraid

And I'm starting to choke on the things I say

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

Down

Browbeaten out from underneath your dress

The documented indigenous

Civilisation flipped its desk

You know the rest, there is no rest

And I'm starting to fail to know what's best

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

I'm putting down, I'm putting down, I'm putting down

Down, down, down, down, down