FliGhTLess BiRD, AmeriCaN MouTH bY IroN & WiNe

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins 

All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys 

Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair 

Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you 

Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth 

Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat 

Nursing my sore blunt tongue 

Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks 

Pissing on magazine photos 

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold 

And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you 

Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth 

Big pill stuck going down....