Golden Birds - Bloodstream lyrics

No more the play the thing Come time to cut the fat Come time to take the hose And lay the whole bare I'm trying to find clothes I can wear anywhere I'm wearying of all these hats In a scene I met a man And he said things he didn't mean And he wore things he didn't own He spoke of places to which he'd never been He had no home -- And when has sunk the sun And no reflections shine And all we've left to show Is all we've left behind And all we carry on In our bloodstream In our spine What will grow in our soul Will anything that comes to my mind be mine In a scene I met a man And he thought that wars were fought on foreign soil And he bought the who*es work in the corporate store And he sought diplomatic immunity Eating his papers claiming refugee He had no home -- Carrion and scavengers remain A scorched floodplain A dirty south Full of emaciated furtive things all foaming at the mouth Frank Chus cashiers ca**eurs And a hot-or-notzi paparazzi And we were always savages they say Welcome back to your natural state Enough with your huffing puffing airs Hon who the f** do you think cares For your flesh over your super-8 Or for some antiquated inner state Now we have got to salvage some refrain Unearth some bedrock in this sand And shore this sh** up While we can still feel it slipping through our hands May this be our legacy May we be a worthy ancestry