Gird

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