As crass as your mother, keen to the chance
You would live by the seat of your pants
And you were taught you should have all things you can take
It's getting caught that makes you a thief
By the skin of your teeth
It's true you were running for cover
The worst of the worst was not done
You can't find comfort in any other
Set in your ways like the sun
Not one tune had changes like scattered leaves
All her clothes strung out on the eves
There's a reckoning that's coming to make something right
There's a man here who's picking a fight
It's on like a light
No future or history too bright
It's true you were running for cover
The worst of the worst was not done
You can't find comfort in any other
Set in your ways like the sun
She's worrying me
A bird on some leash
Flying nowhere but dying to be
A bird on some leash
Flying nowhere but dying to be
Caught by some pride
Only virtue will get you untied
A bird on some leash
Flying nowhere but dying to be
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