Effigy - Andrew Bird

If you come to find me affable

And build a replica for me

Would the idea to you be laughable

Of a pale facsimile

So when you come to burn an effigy

It should keep the flies away

When you learn to burn this effigy

It should be

For the hours that slip away, slip away

It could be you, it could be me

Working the door, drinking for free

Carrying on with your conspiracies

Filling the room with a sense of unease

Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone

Like the words of a man who’s spent a little too much time alone

When one has spent too much time alone…

So if you come to burn my effigy

It should keep the flies away

When you learn to burn an effigy it should be

Of a man whose lost his way, slips away

It could be you, it could be me

Working the door, drinking for free

Carrying on with your conspiracies

Filling the room with a sense of unease

Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone

Like the words of a man who’s spent a little too much time alone

When one has spent too much time alone…