Little Bird, Little Bird

Lyrics
Dave Bidini Where did you fly, little bird, little bird? How long till I might see The view of the world, little world, little world The marching of industry? Those smokeblack stains Red and purple planes Blood on a flag unfurled A screaming sound when we hit the ground To walk with me, walking through the wicked world How hard the sun, little bird, little bird? How deep the winter freeze? How strong am I--missing words, missing words-- To tell you how scared I feel? Of an artist's fake Or a sadist's rake Scars on a teenage girl But a slow parade for the price we paid To walk with me, walking through the wicked world. Okay Through the fire and the flood, I'll staunch the blood Put your face to my face. Take her place, it's all right We are drunk on our death, bed of arms, bed of ice I've never learned how to dance. Is this Poland or France? How hard the sun, little bird, little bird? How deep the blood and the bone? How strong am I--missing words, missing words-- To tell you how scared I feel? Of a rusted saw And an iron jaw Screams of a dead man's dream But my country and my family know To walk with me, walking through the wicked world Come and walk with me, walking through the wicked world
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Credits
- Writers
- Dave Bidini