Album Name : Cynic's New Year
Release Date : 2012-04-17
Song Duration : 3:13
Horse Feathers Bird On A Leash
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.