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Crooked Bird Lyrics
by: Gas Huffer
Flapping ragged wings - or the boundary kings
There is often harsh talk of the fortune it brings
It's my living stoop - brings out a broken croup
It delivers its steam to the manner of fault
The way they ward it off - just pray it stays aloft
When it comes for the brave - and it comes for the soft
Beware the jagged beak - in which they fear to speak
Now they'll think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light
If you look into the sky and catch a tie
The way they ward it off - just pray it stays aloft
When it comes for the brave - and it comes for the soft
Beware the jagged beak - in which they fear to speak
And now they'll think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light
If you look into the sky and catch a tie
It will alight
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight
Heed the warning written here and live to see the light
If you look into the sky and catch a tie
It will alight