Why can't I be free ?
Flying in a straight line.
No fake eyelashes and make up
No cash points and train tickets
Just me, going anywhere I want to go
No letters to open and people to please
Trees and Seas and no one to apease
As I spoke we listened to John asking if the world could let it be.
Hey can you remember that time we
remember that time we were pissed up
and you asked me if I'd be happier as a flea
Because life gets me a bit fucked up
And I asked you, after I kissed you hard
Ever wished you were a song bird?
Pros are no tears and no words.
In the Winter, so I've heard
they get hungry. A con.
But they don't fall in love
that's a bonus, maybe I'm wrong
Maybe they want granola,
in perfect pastel bowls for breakfast
An ISSA and a mortgage
Food ready waiting for them from any land in fridges
No risk of flying into a patio door
More rest, longer lives
Sour cream and chive Pringles.
Protected from the elements.
That's what might be said in a nest
But what I meant was this:
Let me out of this comfortable trap
we created to keep us from the earth.
Centuries of evil from birth
Led us to this world
where no one is free anymore.