Crooked Bird

Crooked Bird - Gas Huffer
Flapping ragged wings or the boundary kings
There is often her stock of the fortune it brings
It's my living stoop brings out a broken croop
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 braveand it comes for the soft
Beware the jagged beak in which they fear to speak
Now they'll think your exempt from the thruth here it seems
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shuttest eyes
Heed the warning written here and live to see the lies
If you look in to the sky and can't you tell
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 your exempt from the thruth here it seems
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shuttest eyes
Heed the warning written here and live to see the lies
If you look in to the sky and can't you tell
It will alight
And if you hear that crooked bird just close your shuttest eyes
Heed the warning written here and live to see the lies
If you look in to the sky and can't you tell
It will alight