Johnnie Newman - Birds of Paradise lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm sick of waking up crooked in the afternoon I'm sick of direwolves howling at the paper moon I'm sick of mercenary women in designer shoes The sunburnt congregation of fools [Chorus] You better fly Young birds of paradise Carry on, shine with your life You better fly Young birds of paradise Sing your song, fly or die [Verse 2] I'm sick of missionaries telling me what to do Like band silk spun from a silver spoon Lying outside by the swimming pool She got a pink Blackberry and a new tattoo [Chorus] You better fly Young birds of paradise Carry on, shine with your life You better fly Young birds of paradise Sing your song, fly or die [Verse 3] I'm sick of white head bullies making all the wrong moves A bunch of dead men walking in business suits Hiding all the medicine, hiding all the loot When the levee is breaking in, we're coming after you [Chorus] You better fly Young birds of paradise Carry on, shine with your life You better fly Young birds of paradise Sing your song, fly or die