The passenger pigeon used to cloud out the American sky
Imagine a flock of millions that goes on for miles and miles
A single blast from a shotgun could take out a dozen
In a few short decades they were hunted to extinction
Well I ain't no pigeon
But I must admit
Sometimes you make me feel like I'm being hunted
Just a little bit
Cause baby
I'm the fish in your barrel
I'm the duck sitting in your pond
Baby
I could claim that it's not fair oh
But ain't that life?
When you're waiting so long
And I've been waiting so
The ducks the pigeons
Where did they all go?
Well I don't know and you don't know
And I don't know and you don't know
And I don't know and you don't know
Well I ain't no pigeon
But I must admit
Sometimes you make me feel like I'm being hunted
Just a little bit
Cause baby
I'm the fish in your barrel
I'm the duck sitting in your pond
Baby
I could claim that it's not fair oh
But ain't that life?
When you're waiting so long
And I've been waiting so