Sparrows

I’m not heeding the warning, no
I’m like a crow sitting on the scarecrow
You won’t see it in the morning glow
You can find it with the Pharaohs
Cut the rope, come on, let’s move
Where to these floods with treasure
Pin your hope on the other stooge, and let’s go
Let’s get together, let’s go
I can’t pinch the hose, you know
Only you can stop the feeding
If it were me, I’d let the medicine flow
If only to stop the breeding
Always hated your Saturdays
With the socializing styles
Could’ve taken better care
Well I’ve got regrets, regrets for miles
You say that we’re late for the grave
Well, what you know about living?
Because you can’t always be a slave
To the body, the body you’ve been given
Feel like a pheasant in the fallow fields
Just dodging arrows
The summer there was no yield
But when spring comes
We are the sparrows