Flightless Bird, American Mouth sing and play along

I was a quick, wet boy,

diving too deep for coins.

All of your streetlight eyes wide on my plastic toys.

Then, when the cops closed the fair,

I cut my long baby hair,

stole me a dogeared map and called for you ev'rywhere.

Have I found you?

Flightless bird, jealous, weeping, or lost you?

American mouth, big pill,

looming. Now I'm a fat house cat nursing my sore,

blunt tongue and watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks.

Pissing on magazine photos.

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you, flightless bird,

grounded, bleeding, or lost you?

American mouth, big pill,

stuck going down.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

ooh.