jean the birdman þarký sözü

he gambles on the sabbath
he´s pulling at the mane
he thrashes on the horse´s back
ambition is a bloody game
horse doesn´t want to jump
the river looks too wide
well he faces every hurdle
with a nervous state of mind
"stay with me, breathe deeply
take three paces back
turn and make a full attack"
the gods are laughing
and they´re tugging at the reins
but he´s taken to his wings
and they hit the bank
heaven may stone him
but jean the birdman pulls it off
his finger´s on the trigger
his eye is on the clock
he doesn´t give the game away
and quickly fires the bullets off
six hearts cut short
still dreaming they´re alive
run´round in dusty circles
like an absent state of mind
who hunter? who victim?
god love america
he surely doesn´t love him
hitching out of nowhere
lands in traffic knee deep
a chance to stave the morning off
and get some sleep
heaven may stone him
but jean the birdman pulls it off
he wears a crucifix
his mother left to him
it´s wrapped in chains around his heart
rusted and wafer thin
"don´t count on luck son"
all the angels sing
"don´t need to check a weathervane
we all know what tomorrow brings"
life is a gamble from
coyotes with the mules
life is a bullring
for taking risks and flouting rules
who needs a safety net
the world is open wide
just look out for card sharks
and the danger signs
heaven may stone him
but jean the birdman pulls it off