Mother Tongue - Using Your Guns Lyrics

Two birds dancing in the sky
And I flap and I flap but I just can't fly
Flying without feathers
Through a cracked open sky

Wide open spaces
In a big blue eye
Looks at us
Sometimes cries
We all dream about flying

Velvet gasses
Burning suede
Social classes
We've got it made

Limo passes
There's a big parade
Greasy grasses
Motorcade
12 gauge

You show me a leader
And I'll show you a liar
These races are fixed man
This is murder for hire