Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Live)

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your straight light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
And stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you American mouth?
Big Bill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Crawl through the wide fence cracks

Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures
Thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, brown hair bleeding
Or lost you American mouth?
Big Bill stuck going down