Birds Calling It Quits

Come up and kiss the ring And bend the knee to the market reign Can’t let up your want The final stretch is just ahead And what’s the point of love In the age of the beast? I can see it all The trace of desire Won’t you sit on my face? Won’t you spit in my mouth? I’ve gone a thousand lives I’ve seen it all in a five by two There’s nothing I can’t know The spirit moves and it breaks in two I look into your eyes And then back at the screen I’m not the common man I work out of home Won’t you sit on my face? Won’t you spit in my mouth? We’re a different animal We sell water by the stream At the mall to the left up the street Mapping out the neighborhood Moving on from god’s mistake It’s alright but we’ll take it from here