Peter Von Poehl - Carrier Pigeon lyrics

Sleepwalkers standing On marshy ground; They won't fall if you don't wake them up The icicles on the old jugde's beard Won't tell him what he's guilty of The mummy and the ghost Making a special toast Drinking through Saturday - His last dance is almost over A menu with no choice; He didn't raise his voice A carrier pigeon Lost a message on its way Fighting a lion - his executioner - Making silver ripples for the audience A wasteland would be the only nest for a Bird that tries to fool the rules He never did no wrong; He stayed a bit too long Small change could buy him time And a princess in a magazine She sure put on some weight But people still think she's great A carrier pigeon Lost a message on its way An evil witch told him about the club But he was only searching For the perfect rhyme He never cared to jump on The donkey's back And the bouncer is the first To stand in line