Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Wedding Version)

I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coins

All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhereHave I found you

Flightless bird, jealous, weeping

Or lost you, American mouth

Big pill loomingNow I'm a fat house cat

Nursing my sore blunt tongue

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 streamHave I found you

Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding

Or lost you, American mouth

Big pill stuck going down

Songwriters

BEAM, SAMUEL ERVINPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.