Boy you know you swing like the rusty gate
A very bad dose of your awful taste
Where to put your hands, oh we can all relate
But I can make you swing just have a little faith
They line up the bricks and put in between
Something to keep you from tuning in
All glued together there's no room for swing
But I am gonna try and soak it from within
Back and forth and back again
Dancing the transition from brick to bird
Feeling the ambition to leave the herd
Leaving your position, and gird to get hurt
Dancing the transition from brick to bird
Now you have learned to communicate
Stretch your neck for the hanging bait
All the birds reach towards mother state
Dancing to the tune of the readymade
Back and forth and back again
