Cannonball Statman - Hudson River lyrics

Under the sun Out of the blue On Amsterdam Avenue A baker's dozen red birds flew by you Screaming into your ears Screaming I know what's goin' on with you It's nothing new It's just that same old fractal repeating over your eyes Into your ears On your hands A baker's dozen red birds flew westward Into the Hudson River that day It's a strange thought But what do you do when you've gotta run? We're getting to the point where we can finally steal our hands back from the box Of miscellaneous garbage stolen confiscatingly by the police But it's not gonna be hard for the police Even though it's hard for everyone It's a strange thought But what do you do when you've gotta run? This machine is breaking down It's time to pull the plug on the neon clown We're getting to the point where we can finally steal our lives back from the sky Where they've been held eternally Under lock and key solitarily by the police But it's not gonna be hard for the police to break into our homes