Clay Pigeon Lyrics

That dangerous spring wind is near.

I feel the change in every gust that makes

The geese under my skin stand at attention.

This year, I welcome the return.

Oh to be that fuel injected suicide machine.

WITHOUT that hell-bent death wish and self destructive disease

Taking flight with passions, and aiming for the sun

No, my wings won't melt this time,

I used a lot more wax.

Taking everything else around me down a notch

Didn't exactly build a staircase of heads to the heavens (and now)

I'm on fire!

Nietzsche, There was nothing left to burn.

Am I still the ghost that evades your lips upon a whisper or a sigh?

Am I the ghost?

The world could be on the tips of our tongues

As long as we can keep ourselves untied.

Cigarettes may be coffin nails

And I NEED to swear off that old oath that I'll follow

My impulses in an early grave

Eradicate the pessimist

And enough of the ideology of paranoia

I'll pay penance and

Pray to the gods of lunacy

To grant my paper crane safe venture

Down the great bourbon river.