The Bird - The Tiger Lillies, Justin Bond

When that bird sings in the sky

It’s your mother who cries

That bird watches and sings

That magic bird luck will you bring

So here only hatred you know

With greasy perverts sink so low

Only drugs and on the game

Each moment you feel shame

Though all around wished you harm

That bird is your good luck charm

And as you sit beside her grave

Your life now so depraved

The pain of loss, ladies and gentlemen.

The endless hours of suffering,

mourning the one good thing in my life.

Sure, my mother may have been a whore.

But she wanted something better for her daughter.

She had dreams of me being a

checkout receptionist in a hotel.

Or a shop assistant in a chemist’s.

But now, there’s only the ache of loss.

So I go and sit by her grave,

with only that bird as company.

And I cry me a river.

And sometimes that bird

sings.

I think, maybe she’s my mama.

Re-incarcerated, boys and girls!

Because, even though they say I’m a filthy crack whore, I have a spiritual

side.

And I was talking to one of the girls on the street.

And we were talking

about re-incarceration.

Foxings told me she didn’t believe in death.

Life just carries on in different forms.

So who knows, ladies and gentlemen?

Maybe this bird is my mother, re-incarcerated!

Your life wasted on your back

Your only joy now is crack

Well up in Heaven she does wait

So never let your heart break

An angel disguised as a bird

Will listen to her every word

So Sinderella’s heart won’t break

Happiness in Heaven waits

The bird that sings from up above

She’s the one who does you love

Well, when this life has been consumed

A crack whore you feel doomed

I don’t know what it all means, ladies and gentlemen.

Do we go to Heaven?

Fall into the flames of Hell?

Or are we all re-incarcerated?

I don’t know,

boys and girls.

But I do know something.

It all means jack shit when you’re in

pain

This world is cruel, this world is bad

In Crackwhore Hell, life is sad

The bird that sings from up above

She’s the one who does you love

Then down that bird, that bird will fly

Take you to Heaven in the sky

Sinderella, crack whore

Your mother you does adore

When that bird sings in the sky

It’s your mother who cries