クレジット
歌詞
Dave Bidini
Where did you fly, little bird, little bird?
How long till I might see
The view of the world, little world, little world
The marching of industry?
Those smokeblack stains
Red and purple planes
Blood on a flag unfurled
A screaming sound when we hit the ground
To walk with me, walking through the wicked world
How hard the sun, little bird, little bird?
How deep the winter freeze?
How strong am I--missing words, missing words--
To tell you how scared I feel?
Of an artist's fake
Or a sadist's rake
Scars on a teenage girl
But a slow parade for the price we paid
To walk with me, walking through the wicked world. Okay
Through the fire and the flood, I'll staunch the blood
Put your face to my face. Take her place, it's all right
We are drunk on our death, bed of arms, bed of ice
I've never learned how to dance. Is this Poland or France?
How hard the sun, little bird, little bird?
How deep the blood and the bone?
How strong am I--missing words, missing words--
To tell you how scared I feel?
Of a rusted saw
And an iron jaw
Screams of a dead man's dream
But my country and my family know
To walk with me, walking through the wicked world
Come and walk with me, walking through the wicked world
Written by: Rheostatics
