I have always felt a kinship to the ground and its flaws Once a man who had nothin' now a man of shovels and claws I never gave the air a chance that was just a lie But I have my own building now with its own sky No wings not here Not me don't need 'em People need change and Ritalin And eyes on the door Pacing paths and grapes of wrath Newspapers and to watch the floor I rip up the asphalt I can not erode But I never lose a staring contest with well rested Phone rings car horn screams Not me I'm undefeated No wings not here not me don't need 'em Birds in trees are omens watching now the rise in my blood They sing or scream or dive attack depending on The end result They don't have to sing especially not for me I have my own head and it has its own symphony Long gestating Now completed No wings...