Lyrics

Counting your blessings as they hatch and grow You'll start to feel uncomfortable As each one takes off far away With small wings and heavy Proud turkeys with the gift of flight! And you were right They drop like an anvil out of a wagon in the grasses Climbing through foggy passes on soaking wings And get caught up with wolves and young, hot foxes And do Jesus Christ who knows what sorts of things You read them stories from the Book of Bad Breaks Every night when they were sleeping safe inside their eggs Hoping to impart at least a premonition about the dangers they'd face But barely two, they're lost to you now: Proud turkeys with the gift of flight Big-breasted babies, way unsteady And really heavy and not too bright