Feathered Friends

Smoky Joe's done firing, no use hosing the remains

Now we've got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes

Now we've got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains

And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame

We are shouting, we are shouting

We are screaming

We are screaming, ahhh

I guess there won't be a model like those folks in old Pompeii

Like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, Darby's Dungeons in Marseille

With kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking (out again?)

Now we are shouting, we are shoutingWe are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh...

We're your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved

They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard

Now I really need to scratch

It's torture that these kids have gone

(And except them?) for the birds

For the birds...

I'm shouting, I'm shouting

I'm screaming, I'm screaming, for the birds