Lyrics

As crass as your mother, keen to the chance You would live by the seat of your pants And you were taught you should have all things you can take It's getting caught that makes you a thief By the skin of your teeth It's true you were running for cover The worst of the worst was not done You can't find comfort in any other Set in your ways like the sun Not one tune had changes like scattered leaves All her clothes strung out on the eves There's a reckoning that's coming to make something right There's a man here who's picking a fight It's on like a light No future or history too bright It's true you were running for cover The worst of the worst was not done You can't find comfort in any other Set in your ways like the sun She's worrying me A bird on some leash Flying nowhere but dying to be A bird on some leash Flying nowhere but dying to be Caught by some pride Only virtue will get you untied A bird on some leash Flying nowhere but dying to be