A Song For Ernest Hemingway

The sky goes from concrete to charcoal

I'm laying on my back on the roof

I'm gonna shoot these clouds full of holes

I need some fucking light to pour through

Because december's got me up against the ropes

And I don't know how to get loose

I can't get feeling back in my toes

I'm walking in circles with you

Like we're lost canadian geese

I should be south of here already

I'll be your dead bird

You'll be my bloodhound

You're just doing what you're told

Pick my body off the ground

I'll be your dead bird

I'm staring at hemingway's shotgun

I picture him drinking alone

He's forgetting things that he wouldn't have before

His eyesight's starting to go

And I heard all about how his plane went down after christmas in the congo

He read about his own death in the paper

I bet it was freeing to know

When you destroy anything worth chasing

There's nowhere left to go

I'll be your dead bird

You'll be my bloodhound

You're just doing what you're told

Pick my body off the ground

I'll be your dead bird

Hanging from your mouth

You're doing what you're told

Gonna make your master proud

It's good to know

I didn't die for nothing

December's got me backed into a corner again

My ears are back

My teeth are showing

I'm combing through the wreckage trying to find where I've been

I still get phantom pains

But from a safer distance

I'll be your dead bird

You'll be my bloodhound

You're just doing what you're told

Pick my body off the ground

I'll be your dead bird

Hanging from your mouth

You're doing like you're told

Gonna make your master proud

It's good to know

I didn't die for nothing

December's got me backed into a corner again

My ears are back

(I didn't die for nothin)

My teeth are showing

I'm combing through the wreckage trying to find where I've been

I still get phantom pains

I didn't die for nothing