Old Man's Money
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Our drummer Tucker wrote this one, but what does it mean?
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I am not a man
I am not alone
My house is made of sand
My house is made of stone
I sleep at night
In my stoney bed
With sandy thoughts
Inside my head
I see no animals,
no trees or limousines
I’ve waded in the ocean
I’ve been to the deep end
I found a friend
I found a little bird
Who broke his little wings
I’m gonna make him dance, I’m gonna make him sing
I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird
And all his birdy friends
And all his birdy girls
Were missed by him outside his flightless sandy stoney world and he got sick
His wings turned blue his wings turned green,
The saddest bird I’ve ever seen, was dead
I found a little bird
Who broke his little wings
I’m gonna make him dance
I’m gonna make him sing
I sewed him back together with a needle and some string
Carved a pentagram ‘round him on the floor, I tried damn near everything.
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
My house has turned to sand
My house has turned to stone
I know now that I am a man and that I am alone
I found a bird.
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