This old bird never sings anything
That's productive in a spot
Of high stress pheromones
It is leaking through their skin
And they don't know what's the cause
And the birds will nest their eggs
At the bottom of anything
This old bird never sings anything
He's the bottom to the top
Of the high class ranking chain
Don't you know he sings in vain?
For his love that never waits
At the top with his old friend
Feathering his broken wings
This old bird never feels anything
Anymore and never will
Though he wishes that he could
With his love that never waits
At the top with his old friend
In the high class ranking chain
Where they're covered by the rain
This old bird never sings anything
That's productive in a spot
Of high stress pheromones
It is leaking through their skin
And they don't know what's the cause
And the birds will nest their eggs
At the bottom of anything