This Old Bird

This old bird never sings anything That's productive in a spot Of high stress pheromones It is leaking through their skin And they don't know what's the cause And the birds will nest their eggs At the bottom of anything This old bird never sings anything He's the bottom to the top Of the high class ranking chain Don't you know he sings in vain? For his love that never waits At the top with his old friend Feathering his broken wings This old bird never feels anything Anymore and never will Though he wishes that he could With his love that never waits At the top with his old friend In the high class ranking chain Where they're covered by the rain This old bird never sings anything That's productive in a spot Of high stress pheromones It is leaking through their skin And they don't know what's the cause And the birds will nest their eggs At the bottom of anything