Palehorse - Bird Feed lyrics

Perfect, perfectly visceral Streets of the viscera Watch where you step Greasy, gristly cadavers Left for the scavengers Watch where you step Red and white And a touch of blue Droppings of a cannibal Watch where you tread Across from each other and on every corner Cottages of the damned Marrow red and off white And a touch of bruise Do you think they can taste it? The fact that they're related? What a grisly avenue I hope you're not wearing Your very best, finest shoes Pavement poachers Highway, high street vultures Liveried in colours, bromodic and dullen Where's your sense of shame Where's your sense of shame Spewing forth from the mouths of doves Let blood bleed Open your beak Let blood bleed Salty and battered Freckled and spattered Let blood bleed Club-footed red, faeces white, come hither blue