They say eat the heart for courage
eat the brains for knowledge
eat the fingers for their skills
eat the fists for power
Gotta bite the face to get the look
gotta worry at their knees
and I’ve been eating chicken wings
to fly away from everything
Gotta itch to scratch
and I’ve been rubbing up on trees
no-one will touch me where the feathers grow
you scratch the itch and you get the fleas
Gotta bite the neck to get the voice
gotta bite the hand that feeds
I been eating chicken wings
to fly away from everything
I’ve been waking up at dawn
screaming prophecy
I’m a rare rare bird
picking feathers from my teeth
I’ve been sharpening my appetite
I’ve been sharpening my teeth
it dulls my sense of taste
but it doesn’t dull my needs
I’ve been chasing every shadow
I’ve been chasing the neighbour’s pets
just to spice up all these chicken wings
to fly away from everything
Every thing I chew
and every thing I eat
gets stapled cross the eyes
and nailed to the meat
I been throwing up the bones
they land stinking at my feet
I’ve been eating chicken wings
and I’m becoming what I eat
I’ve been waking up at dawn
screaming at the sun
yeah I’m a rare rare bird
but I can’t be the only one.
I’ve been waking up at dawn
screaming prophecy
I’m a rare rare bird
picking feathers from my teeth
© 2023 rob Hinkal / ilyAIMY
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