Tom Conroy - Birds (feat. Ez Dickens)

Come now start this war, tell me what you're waiting for
Seems like everything goes to waste
Some want to live like the one percent, brush shoulders with governments
Dodging taxes, shady deals, whilst they raise our water bills
I don’t know politics, I swear I can smell bullshit
They say they’ll fix all this but cutting ties with promises
Life would be easier if we died, can’t pull wool over my eyes
Don’t trust friends or family, siblings could be an enemy
Thinking we’re oblivious when camera’s are recording us
Carry on don’t talk too much, you’ll never know where you’ll end up
Oh the salt on your skin can be washed away
If we bite the dust will it leave a bitter taste
If I act like them will it be okay
I think it’s about time for us to migrate
Cause all we are, are birds stuck ratting cages
We’re herds of cattle, can’t wait to get our wages
Oh we’re just birds, we’re chained so we can’t fly
Forever dreaming to touch the sky
You know it’s a-bout time to call it a day
I gotta get up if I wanna get paid, cause
If I’m a bird then why can’t I fly
So come on now, let me try
I saw them in a magazine, the famous smiling back at me
All their lives look fresh and clean, lies as bright as all their teeth
I don’t know about you but I can see through their lies
They gotta cover up all their tracks through bribery and secret pacts
Tell them where your money’s at and they’ll prepare for an attack
They don’t care about you, just open up your eyes
Oh the salt on your skin can be washed away
If we bite the dust will it leave a bitter taste
If I act like them will it be okay
I think it’s about time for us to migrate
Cause all we are are birds stuck ratting cages
We’re herds of cattle, can’t wait to get our wages
Oh we’re just birds, we’re chained so we can’t fly
Forever dreaming to touch the sky
You know it’s a-bout time to call it a day
I gotta get up if I wanna get paid, cause
If I’m a bird then why can’t I fly
So come on now, let me try
Cause all we are are birds stuck ratting cages
We’re herds of cattle, can’t wait to get our wages
Oh we’re just birds, we’re chained so we can’t fly
Forever dreaming to touch the sky
You know it’s a-bout time to call it a day
I gotta get up if I wanna get paid, cause
If I’m a bird then why can’t I fly
So come on now, let me try
Come now start this war, tell me what you're waiting for
Seems like everything goes to waste

Written by:
Thomas Conroy

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