BOSSES - One Hawk (feat. Angus Lee of Dead End Drive-In)

One hawk sits down real low
On top of a post, on a fence beside the road
Her sunlit feathers how they shine like gold
Pretty little bird if I do say so
Then I spotted one of her friends
Just up the road, around the bend
Sitting on a street lamp watching everything
As he takes a little break for his mighty, mighty wings

I know I've been walking down the line
Got old, getting older all the time
We spend our lives like their nickels and dimes
And we know no one's getting out of here alive

Hawk number three flies so high
Circles the fields of a farm nearby
Poor little creature caught in her eye
Has seen the shadow and runs to hide
Hawk number 4 high in his perch
On top of a cross, on top of a church
He knows that I never go inside
But he watches over me with his watchful, watchful eye

I know I've been walking down the line
Got old, getting older all the time
We spend our lives like their nickels and dimes
And we know no one's getting out of here alive

Written by:
Geoffrey Dolejsi, James Crowle, Kyle Smith, Robert Walshe

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