Paul Duncan - The Lake, Pt. 1 lyrics

The bird in my belly is singing 'bout taxes While my aunt Sue-Ellen is sleeping with crosses I change my body to all that surrounds me Like a ba** in the underbrush, thrashing and twisting The froth on the shoreline reminding me always Of habits that settle like deer on the highway I've plenty of memories, not many keepsakes I paid for my pa**age, I leave on a Tuesday The trestle in town is an old place to swim If you keep your ears open You'll hear uncle Jim holler Lady who bring me a drink He's always stuttered And eyes always blink Lady my wife is a lamb His hand starts to mimic the birds on the wires The fishing is good when the water is cold By the store on the East bank where liquor is sold Laura and Brenda are dreaming of horses They wake and shatter the air with their noises saying Lady who lives in the forest Emerge from the woods and bring me your voice Lady who lives in the lake Arise from the water and bring me a drink