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 wrestlingWho'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 finalPopping the pricks and the pins

Are you stopping to smell the good sins

Are you stopping to lift the good dressGeriatric 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 station is finalDon't do what I do(You're rotting now)

â??Yeah whatever,â?? she said

Songwriters

Zachary David SchwartzPublished by

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