Bird On A Wire Songtext / Lyric

Are you hoping to get out of this mess

truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess

you're a bird on a wire

and you're wrestling



who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh

little miss bossy is brimming with breast

you're a bird on a wire

and you're wrestling

no station is final






popping the pricks and the pins

are you stopping to smell the good sins

are you stopping to lift the good dress



geriatric at 20 years old

break like a matchstick as soon as you're told

you're a bird on a wire

and you're wrestling

no station is final



don't do what I do



(you're rotting now)

yah whatever, she said