Wine Fault - Pigeon Man

I saw a Pigeon Man today
That’s why I don’t feel that healthy
He put a vile hand on everything
Now I don’t feel like touching
Is that a hand or a wing?
Are those feathers or fingertips?
The wind blows my way
Wish I wore a quarantine
He stays when every train leaves
He lives of things you don’t need
He sleeps while you’re chasing your dreams
That’s why I don’t feel that healthy
That’s why I’m afraid of your kind
Life’s not finger licking good
When your hands become mine
He sees what others don’t
There’s not a thing he wouldn’t smoke
Free rides, free seats, frozen friends
That’s why I don’t feel that healthy
That’s why I’m afraid of your kind
Life’s not finger licking good
When your hands become mine

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Wine Fault

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