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New York City

from Bird Sounds by Cold Snake

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New York City
please don't eat me
you don't want to
I'm not tasty
or interested
in being digested
you're a fucking slob,
New York City.

You eat punks each day for lunch and cokeheads from LA for lunch
and businessmen for dinner but you've got your eyes on me for tea.
I know I make it hard on you, I'd be so good in fondu
I think I felt a drop of drool fall on my head today.

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Since you're too big to speak to me
you sent your black emissary he looked at me officiously and said:
caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw caw,
caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw caw.

The shit you told that crow to say
rang in my ears all night, all day,
I couldn't sleep I wouldn't pray
so I went down to old Broadway
arrange my face convincingly so you might feel some pity, I said:
please.

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from Bird Sounds, released July 6, 2013
Vocals, stomps and claps by the Spoonbreakers

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