Bird (feat. Tommy Ramone)

Bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow Headful of melodies nobody knows How he landed in a poor man's clothes There's a bird on his right got a baby on her breast Bills piled up like a deadman's chest Whole lotta nothing waiting for em' out west Why they never bothered ever leaving this nest Dog on a chain wearing circles in the lawn Barking at the moon and howling at the dawn Growling in the mirror with the curtains drawn One day he was nearly gone Pig's in the mud and there's another in the pan Fill my stomach in a twenty minute span Spill my blood for an acre of land Never growing nothing but a bucket of sand And a bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow Headful of melodies nobody knows How he landed in a poor man's clothes He's got a headful of melodies nobody knows